Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 436 They Are Chasing You

"Mommy, is it really right for me to do this?" Ellie lowered her head and asked slowly. Mrs. Hunter frowned immediately. "Wake up for me. I will arrange for the media reporters immediately. If someone leaks the news, you will have to pay for it even in your next life." After she finished speaking, she glanced at the man who was sleeping on the bed. "Take good care of him. We can't let him go for now." Bang. The door closed again. Only Ellie and Hank were left in the room. Ellie slowly walked to the bed with bare feet. Looking at Hank's silhouette, she slowly said, "Mr. Barnwell, I'm really sorry. Maybe your fiancee has been buried in the fish belly."...

Because of the time difference, Lyra was not sleepy at all when the night covered the entire sea. She kept looking at the mixed-blood man in front of her with vigilance. Until he was awakened by the rocking of the boat again, the wound covering his arm made him give out a muffled groan. She immediately clenched the broom in her hand and stared at his every movement. The people outside had already circled around to find this man for two hours. "I'm still alive?" His lips were pale and his face was ugly. His dark blue eyes stared straight at Lyra. After a while, he grinned and smiled handsomely. "You saved me." “I didn't intend to save you. I just didn't want someone to die in my room before dawn.. You can leave now." This was all she could do. The man's eyes were as clear as the sea as he slowly nodded. "I understand. You're worried that I'm a bad person. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I, Charles, am not that kind of man." He got up and bowed to Lyra with the highest level of thanks in his country. He also handed over a small golden round plate, "After this ship reaches the shore, we may not meet again. But if one day, the heavens arrange for us to meet again, I will repay you." As he spoke, he opened the door and walked out. Lyra immediately locked the door and stuck close to the door to listen for a while. It

was completely quiet outside, only the sound of waves hitting the boat. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the small plate. Her fingers slowly tightened The ship docked at five o'clock the next morning. Lyra followed the other tourists to board the dock. What she needed to do was find Alma and make sure she was safe and sound. Even if Alma wanted to stay here forever, she would leave her a sum of money. From then on, all grudges would be written off. "Miss, do you want to take a ride?" "Hello..."

There were local drivers everywhere near the dock, and they were chatting with the tourists in a very non-fluent foreign language. However, these people did not look like regular taxis. Lyra continued to walk forward. She had only taken a few steps when someone pulled her from behind and pulled her forward.

A few people followed closely behind.

"Stop!"

"Let me go," Lyra struggled. The man who was holding her was Charles, who had barged into her cabin. "Those people are here to catch you," he shouted.

"What?"

Lyra did not react. She actually heard a gunshot behind her. She was so scared that her legs went soft. If Charles had not pulled her, she might have fallen directly into the sea. "There is a car in front. You go first." He shouted and increased his speed. Lyra almost could not keep up. She wanted to know why someone was chasing her. Was it the police? No, when she contacted Officer Priestley on the ship, he did not know that she was going abroad. "Hurry up." Charles shouted again, "Those people kill without blinking an eye. If you don't hurry up, you will lose your life." He was not trying to scare her. Two more gunshots followed, and the group was still chasing after them.

"Quick..." Lyra was sweating profusely. After getting into the car, Charles immediately squeezed

The group of people was left behind and did not catch up. "I knew you would come to pick me up." Charles greeted the people in front of him and turned around. He found Lyra staring at him warily. "Why did you say that those people were chasing me? I saved you twice. If you harm me, I will not let you go." Lyra stared at him, trying to maintain a high level of vigilance. "Now, let me get out of the car." "You have misunderstood me. I am really helping you. These people were not in the same group as those looking for me on the boat. You didn't hear any gunshots on the boat last night, did you?"

Indeed.

The wounds on Charles yesterday were knife wounds. But even if he said so, Lyra still had doubts in her heart, "Send me to the embassy." Charles raised his hands and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, no problem." The car turned into the alley. After walking for a while, Charles pointed the way for Lyra through the car window. "The embassy is just ahead. We won't go over." "Why not?"

Lyra seemed to understand.

The young man in front of her was probably a fugitive. "I hope we don't meet again." She threw the small plate back to him and quickly ran to the embassy. "Young Master, Master has urged me many times. You really have to go home." The driver said in a low voice.

Charles looked at Lyra's back with interest. "I know. He urged me to get married again." "I wonder if my family will be more lively if I marry a thorny rose like this?" The driver quietly drove the car, not daring to answer. Only a local Princess could match his status. Although the one who just got in the car was very beautiful, in terms of background, she definitely could not match his family. "Get someone to deal with those who chase her. I don't want this friend to be injured." Charles leaned back and ordered with his eyes closed. "Yes, Young Master."

In the embassy. Lyra submitted the materials and also showed her identity. The request was very simple. She only hoped that they could help her find the address. "Miss Jones, I have already verified the address you mentioned. It is indeed a joint venture hotel, but there is no one here like you said. Are you mistaken?"

"I shouldn't be..."

After she finished speaking, her mind buzzed.

She had gotten off the boat in a hurry and she had completely forgotten about turning on her phone. "Then I'll help you check out where she went after entering the country." "Thank you!" Lyra immediately turned on her phone. There were several messages sent by unknown numbers.s She looked at them one by one, and her frown grew tighter and tighter. "Miss Jones, I am Feng Priestley. I hope that after you get off the boat, you can immediately contact my private number." "Miss Jones, are you safe now?" Just as Lyra was about to reply, a news message popped up from the window, "The daughter of the Multinational Group was raped by someone in a hotel. The case is still under investigation."