Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 392 The Chess Game of the King

No one doubted Hank's strength. If he dared to say this, it was already announcing the end of Terry's future career.

Countless cameras were aimed at Hank. This press conference had actually become his personal audience.

At this time, Huaien sat at the side, his face completely sinking. He never expected that the direction of the matter would be completely led by Hank. If this went on, wouldn't he have set up such a trap for nothing? He immediately knocked on his cane and the assistant walked out in a few steps. Soon, the assistant returned to his side and whispered, "I didn't find Miss Jones."

"What?"

Huaien's voice suddenly rose. This attracted the attention of many reporters. He could only smile awkwardly, and his hand that was holding the cane tightened. That loathsome girl actually dared to lie to him? "Second Uncle, do you have something to say?" Hank took the initiative to look at him, turned off the microphone, and asked.

ly, and he didn't even have the mood to sit down and watch

Huaien's face the show.

"No; I am fine." He waved his hand helplessly. "Then, Second Uncle, do you want to go upstairs to rest? I don't think you look too good." Huaien choked and forced the corners of his lips to move, walking out. The man on the stage glanced at his back coldly and pressed the microphone again. "Everyone, please rest assured. As long as I am with the Barnwell group, the Barnwell group will never change its master." These words seemed to be specially said for someone to hear. Just as Huaien was about to turn back, an urgent shout came from outside the door, "Let me in." Alma? "Why is she here?" Huaien frowned and immediately glared at his assistant. "I don't know about this," his assistant was also confused. Logically speaking, no one knew about the matter of the reporters being invited over today, except for the Barnwell group's higher-ups.

Did Alma receive any news beforehand, or did she just happen to catch up? Huaien leaned on his walking stick and saw that the door was about to be knocked open from the outside.

He immediately moved half a step to the side. He then instructed his assistant coldly, "Go find Lyra. No matter what method you use, bring her here." "Yes, Vice President Barnwell." The assistant took advantage of the chaos and ran out.

On the stage, there was no trace of Keith by Hank's side.

Hank's eyes were fixed in the direction of the door, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

Some of the reporters also heard Alma's voice and quickly ran over to join in the fun. There were even people who opened the door for Alma. As long as she came in, the Barnwell group would definitely have big news to report. For the sake of popularity, the reporters would not hesitate to climb up the stage and let Alma in.

The door opened, and Alma was wearing a famous brand. After entering, she immediately grabbed Huaien's arm. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Let go."

Huaien was not polite at all. He raised his arm and was about to shake off Alma. Fortunately, Alma had been prepared and grabbed him tightly in time. "Second Uncle, I have cooperated with you so happily, but you want to kick us away today. Don't you think that you have gone too far?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" Huaien immediately frowned. Then, he wanted to throw Alma off again. This time, Alma did not stand steadily and fell on the statue next to her. The cracking sound was heard, which made everyone look at them.

"Aim the camera at Alma, quick!" "What about Hank?" The cameraman asked, puzzled. The reporter immediately grabbed his hand. "It doesn't matter. Now is the best time. Don't miss it." If anyone could dig up news about Hank's private life, it would definitely occupy the headlines on Monday.

Alma sat on the ground, crying non-stop. It was different from when she was pretending before. This time, she really cried very sadly. Every tear flowed down her collarbone and into her clothes. Even the reporters could not bear to watch it and their eyes turned red. Alma sobbed, "Second Uncle, how can you push me? How much have I done for you..." "Security, drive this crazy woman out." Huaien shouted harshly, not giving Alma a chance to speak at all. As soon as he said this, some security guards immediately tried to squeeze through. Alma quickly hugged his arm tightly and said through gritted teeth, "I still have something to say. I haven't seen Hank yet. I won't go anywhere. Huaien, you will suffer retribution for doing this!"

Alma had planned to rest at home.

An anonymous message told her that Lyra had come to the Barnwell group. Moreover, Hank would also announce how to deal with Terry in this meeting. In a moment of desperation, she had no time to care about anything else. She immediately asked the driver to drive her over. She had clearly promised Huaien that she would cooperate with him and listen to him. How come in the end, she was the one who was kept in the dark!

"Nonsense!" Huaien said ruthlessly and immediately pushed her away. Then, a security guard held Alma down and forcefully pulled her out. After such a dramatic scene happened, the scene became extremely silent. Keith returned to the conference room, stood beside Hank, and reported in a low voice, "Everything has been handled." Only then did Hank look at the door and slowly get up. "Today's press conference ends here." He had already gotten the answer he wanted to know. That message had been sent to Alma anonymously under his instructions so that he could see who was manipulating the situation inside the Barnwell group. He had never doubted his only relative in this world.

However, the truth was right in front of his eyes, and he had to believe it.

Huaien turned around in a daze, his eyes shining with disbelief. "Hank, you won't misunderstand that I have a deal with the Kensley family, right?"

Hank walked down the steps with long legs and walked over with a faint smile on his face. "How could that be? Second Uncle, we are a family. We are different from outsiders." His casual words made Huaien feel relieved and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes." He glanced outside and saw his assistant standing outside with his head lowered. His face sank.

"Second Uncle, what's wrong?" "Ahem, I suddenly feel very uncomfortable. I'll go back first. You can handle the rest of the things." Huaien had always been like this when he was in trouble, giving people his sense of indifference to fame and money. This was also the main reason why the company directors were willing to befriend him, and Hank had never doubted him. Who would have thought that with his temperament, he would be the one who had secretly manipulated the plan! Keith stood beside Hank, reached into his pocket, and pressed a button.

Then, he watched as Huaien and his assistant entered the elevator. "Where is she?"

"The lounge on the third floor," Keith answered swiftly and pressed the button for the next elevator.