Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit

Chapter 439 If She Endured, She Would Be Able to Live

Charles immediately reached out to block Lyra. "It's useless for you to go over. You're just courting death." Lyra fixed her gaze on Alma who was in the corner. She opened her mouth several times, but there was no sound from her lips. "Don't be too sad," Charles dragged her out. "I want to take her away." Lyra kept adjusting her breathing, "Someone must have deliberately arranged it. She wouldn't have sneaked in here. There is no need for her to do so." She had just returned after giving birth and had received several advertisements. Even if she wanted to quit the film industry, she would not have taken this path. Was it Lachlan, or was it Huaien?

"Calm down first. I'll help you think of a way." Charles scratched his hair and raised his hand to call two people over, saying a few local words. It was obvious that neither of the two men wanted to get close to this small house.

"Young master, without the master's order, you can't take her away." Every line had its own rules, even if it were something that couldn't be exposed to the public, one had to follow the rules. Charles's eyes suddenly turned cold. He raised his hand and took out a pistol from his waist. He pointed it at the man's forehead and cursed.

At that moment, his expression was particularly scary.

The subordinate immediately begged for mercy, "We'll do it now."

With Alma like this, she definitely could not take her to the hotel or let the people in the embassy know. Lyra watched her being carried out and pursed her lips. Charles said a few more words to his subordinate, his expression a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, there might be a method to save her," he said as he turned to walk in front of Lyra. "What method?"

Lyra was excited at first, then immediately said, "I can pay any price. I only want her to live."

Wasn't he also a businessman? Then using money was the simplest way. Charles narrowed his eyes. "I already have enough money. Everything you see in this country belongs to me."

She raised her head and met Charles's cold gaze. The words that the man had taught her suddenly appeared in her mind. On the negotiation table, the most important thing was momentum. Whoever hesitated first would lose. "I can tell you clearly that I must take her away. So, what is your request?"

At that moment, the woman in front of him was as determined as another person.

Charles suddenly did not want to bring up his original thoughts. He turned around and said, "You go with her. Don't ever appear in front of me again." He had plenty of ways to keep a woman. However, he did not want to force her. He did not want her to lose the light in her eyes. "Young Master, she's here," The subordinate came over to report. Then three or four people walked to Alma and gave her a shot. "I will arrange a car and send you to the dock. There will be a ship to pick you up. She will be there for more than ten hours. When she wakes up, her reaction may be a little scary. Remember, don't let her hurt you." A trace of warmth flashed through Charles's eyes. He raised his hand and handed Lyra and Alma to the driver. He then turned around and left. His tone was different from before, and Lyra remembered it very clearly. Before they got on the boat, she hesitated, but still sent a message to Feng Priestley. She did not mention the matter of Alma, and put off the time of her return to the country for three hours.

At that time, she did not know that it was these three hours that would save her life.

It was late at night again.

Lyra leaned against the cabin door and looked at Alma who was wrapped in a blanket and lying on the bed

She frowned. There was only one thing that she could not figure out. If Alma could be saved, why had Charles's subordinates said that she could not be saved at the beginning? Moreover, everyone there avoided that small house.

Just as she was thinking, Alma woke up. After sitting up, she stared straight at Lyra. "You..." Before Lyra could finish her sentence, Alma rushed toward her like a madwoman. She threw her fingers over and scratched Lyra's face. The two of them fell to the ground together. They were both injured while they were

struggling. "Calm down!" Lyra resisted forcefully. After all, Alma had been struggling for a few days. She was so hungry that she had no strength left. Soon, she lay on the ground motionless. Was this what Charles had said? Her reaction was indeed quite scary. Lyra pulled the sheets from the side and tied up Alma's hands and feet. Looking at her pale face, a bad feeling rose in her heart. "Wake up." She patted Alma a few times.

Just now, when she rushed towards Lyra, her ankle had been cut by the foot of the bed.

Looking at her ankle, Lyra sighed helplessly, "Does the Jones family owe you or do I owe you?" She borrowed gauze and medicine from the people on the boat. She simply treated Alma's wound, washed her face, and changed her clothes. When she changed her clothes, she found that there were many scratches on Alma. And from the angle, it was very likely that she had scratched it herself. "In the end, what happened..." When the ship docked, it was already the next day, and Lyra had endured another night. But looking at Alma lying in front of her, she thought of a lot of things. All along, they had been blinded by hatred. She finally woke up and only wanted to draw a clear line with her.

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But blood relations were something that could not be explained clearly. No matter what, she could not watch idly by as Alma was harmed to such an extent. "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I will take her home." Even if she did not admit to being part of the Jones family or being her sister. Fortunately, Alma woke up before they got off the boat. Although she was still unconscious, she could at least walk on her own. Lyra covered her face with her clothes and covered the wounds. She took a taxi and brought her back to the Jones family. But in this situation, she could not stay at home alone. "Sister Zhang, can I trouble you to do me a favor?" Lyra dialed Sister Zhang's number. After settling Alma down, she rushed to the dock. Unexpectedly, there was a traffic

jam on the road. When she arrived, Feng Priestley was dealing with an accident. "A truck knocked over the fence. Fortunately, there were no casualties. The driver was injured and has been sent to the hospital." "Continue to search for evidence." Feng looked at the boat in front of him and frowned. "Captain Priestley, this was an accident, right? Do you feel that something is wrong?"

The police officer asked in surprise. Feng shook his head. "I hope I was just thinking too much," he said. As soon as he turned around, he saw Lyra standing behind the crowd. "Miss Jones, please come with me." Feng immediately turned around. He took her into the police car and showed her the photo. "Are there any familiar faces among these people?"; Lyra looked at it and shook her head. "No," she said. Feng looked out of the window. "The timing of the truck getting on fire was very clever. Just as you informed me that the boat was docked, I suspected that your phone has been being monitored."