Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Heartache

In the conference room. Hank listened to the report of the marketing manager, and his eyes were cold. The aura emitted by his body made everyone present hold their breath and sit still. At present, according to data analysis, in addition to the Jones Group, several companies are very suitable to accept this project. First of all, the Kensley Group and Lubi Group... As the manager spoke, he felt a cold gaze. Hank raised his eyes and looked over. It was just an indifferent glance, but it was full of oppression. The manager was so scared that his hands trembled. He almost couldn't hold the laser pen in his hand. The others all cast sympathetic looks.

At such a tense moment, there was actually someone who dared to mention the Jones Group in front of Hank. Wasn't this courting death?

Only Terry had a smile on his face as he leaned back.

The manager wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He turned around and carefully continued to introduce, "The advantage of the Kensley Group is..." He had not finished speaking. The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Lyra directly barged in. "Wait a minute!" Everyone looked over at her. Hank glanced over with a deep look in his eyes. Lyra was a little afraid of that gaze. The person who had broken into the Barnwell group's conference room without permission was indeed her. No matter how angry Hank was, it was reasonable. However, she still had to go in. Otherwise, there would be no way out. Fortunately, Hank only looked at her and did not let anyone drive her out. Lyra quickly walked in and said in a clear voice, "The Barnwell group's contract with the Jones Group has not expired yet. The Barnwell group has no right to terminate the contract unilaterally." These words made everyone chuckle. "Ms. Jones, this is our Barnwell group's internal meeting. How can you break in?" "Yes, your company has delayed for so long, and you still haven't given us a solution.

Don't you want to benefit with bare hands?"

Lyra clenched her fingers and endured the sarcasm.

Terry looked at the atmosphere in the conference room. The smile of contempt on his lips became even wider. The pen in his hand fell on the table with a snap. Then, he said, "If I remember correctly, the Jones Group was able to get this project all because of Mr. Barnwell's thought. Now that such a mistake has appeared in the project, does Mr. Barnwell want to make a statement?

When Hank heard this, he glanced at the other side. His voice was as cold as ice. "You mean, you want me to take responsibility?" Terry sat up straight and spread out his hands. "Of course. The Barnwell group's rules have always been like this. Whoever is responsible for the project has to resign, right?"

He looked at the managers present while he said that.

Everyone was familiar with Hank's iron-blooded ability to manage the company.

Not to mention a failed project, even when the company's reputation was tarnished, or when there were any mistakes in their work, it was very likely that they would be instantly fired Everyone took a deep breath. They felt that Terry's words were directed at Hank.

And it seemed to be right. No matter what was said, the Jones Group had relied on Hank to obtain this project, and the result was that it was a completely empty company. Of course, Hank had to take responsibility for this pot. "There's no need for Mr. Barnwell to take responsibility. I'm here today to settle this!" Before Hank could speak, Lyra had already taken a step forward and placed the contract on the table. This action was beyond everyone's expectations.

Terry frowned even more, and his smile became a bit ruthless. "Ms. Jones, is this your purpose for coming here? So many people are listening. You better recognize your own strength. Otherwise, the Barnwell group will definitely pursue it to the end." There was a bit of anger in his eyes as he looked over threateningly. How could he have thought that Lyra was still hiding this move! She was responsible? Hank still did not speak, only turning his head and giving Keith a look. "Ms. Jones, please sit down and talk." Keith immediately stepped forward. "Thank you."

Lyra's hanging heart was still beating wildly. Sitting on the chair, her legs were not so weak.

Fortunately, no one noticed that her fingertips were trembling. She took a deep breath and recalled the time when she participated in the design college interview. She said to herself silently, "Don't be afraid!" "I understand everyone's concerns. When I first got this project, I also wanted to quit. But I remember that Mr. Barnwell once said this in an interview."

The man glanced at her, his deep eyes vaguely shaking.

"He said that a project does not depend on a person or a team."

Hank looked at her, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart. He had not opened his mouth, and no one dared to stop her. Terry sat next to him and he could not help but sneer, "Our time is very precious. Ms. Jones, let's get back to the

point."

After Terry finished speaking, he slapped the table, and the atmosphere in the conference room became even more depressing.

Everyone sighed, feeling that Terry's words today were directed at Hank.

Lyra probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed today. When the two bosses were at loggerheads, someone had to be implicated, and this person would be Lyra. "Does Mr. Xiao not know the latter half of the sentence?"

Terry frowned even more. Was this woman deliberately looking for trouble?

"The latter half of the sentence is that most of the success of a business is dependent on luck." A smile appeared on Lyra's face. It was so dazzling and firm.

Other people would only think that she was crazy.

She clearly did not have half a trump card in her hands and her company only had an empty stand, yet she dared to say such words on the Barnwell group's conference table.

But only the man sitting on the President's leather chair could see her fear and desperation at this time. Even he could not remember exactly what he had said a long time ago, but the woman still remembered it. Back then, only he knew how much blame and hatred he had suffered from the outside world.

The current Lyra was very similar to him at that time.

It had been so difficult to get rid of the grudge. His heart seemed to be gripped by someone. The suffocating and oppressive pain

swept over. His cold eyebrows pressed down, and his face carried a bit of anger.

He was not angry that Lyra had been used by Terry, and did not believe that he would handle this matter well. But...

Everything that she had encountered had been caused by him. He was the culprit who had ruined her life. How could such a person like him ask for her forgiveness? Looking at her struggling in such a situation, his heart ached more than anyone else. What was even more unbearable was that he could not tell anyone about this feeling. Hank clenched his fists, and the coldness around his body became stronger and

stronger. In the back row of the conference room, there were several people who were Terry's confidants. They exchanged glances with each other, and soon someone asked, "Ms. Jones, with your ability, how can you compare with our Mr. Barnwell? You should talk about the most practical problem at hand. If you don't cancel the contract, won't your Jones Group become a vermin sucking the Barnwell group's blood?"