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Chapter 139
Chapter 139
Chapter 139, Hold a Press Conference
The doctor leaves.
Jackson came back with something and just saw the doctor come out of the ward. His face changed and he hurried over, “Doctor, what’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, she wants to be discharged from the hospital.”
“Discharge?”
Jackson frowned and immediately opened the door to enter.
Alva was getting out of bed with her shoulders clutched, struggling.
He strode over and supported her.
Alva was stunned for a moment. Seeing that it was him, a smile appeared on her face, “I’m back.”
Looking at her pale smile, Jackson’s heart burst into flames, “Why are you leaving the hospital?”
Alva looked at the doctor who was walking away from the ward and said, “I am the designer of AK. Now AK will release a new brand in half a year, and I don’t have much time.”
Jackson clenched his hands, “Is work more important than your body?”
Alva looked at him, the smile on her face gradually replaced by firmness, “Yes.”
“This is a rare opportunity for me, and I won’t give up.”
Two days later, Alva was discharged from the hospital.
The doctor came to tell her the following precautions, Alva listened carefully and wrote them all down, “Thank you, doctor.”
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m just doing what I have to do.”
The doctor leaves, and Jackson says, “Let’s go.”
“Well.”
The two left the hospital, and the car stopped outside a five-star hotel not long after.
Alva looked at the name of the hotel and said. “This is not the hotel I stayed in before.”
“Yes, I booked another hotel, and we are staying here for the time being.”
Alva nodded with a slight expression.
It should be replaced.
Uriah was right next to her, and she couldn’t change it.
Jackson took her in, put things down, looked at the time, and said, “You wait here for me for half an hour, and I’ll come up in half an hour.”
“Okay, you’re busy.”
He must be in trouble.
He has been with her in the hospital every day for the past two days, and he has done nothing.
Jackson looked at Alva, his hand on her face, “Don’t go anywhere until
I get back, okay?”
There were many expressions in his eyes that were suppressed by him, as if he was hiding something.
Alva, “Yeah.”
He didn’t want to say she didn’t ask.
Wait until he wants to say it.
Jackson leaves, Alva watches the time, and calls Callahan.
“Alva.
“Mr. Callahan, do you have time this afternoon?”
“Yes, I’m at home.”
“Okay, I’m done here, I’ll come to you in the afternoon.”
“Okay.”
Jackson did not leave the hotel after going out, but took the elevator to the fifth floor.
The fifth floor was the banquet hall. At this moment, the banquet hall was set up as a living room. Reporters sat inside, taking pictures with cameras from time to time, and talking to the people beside them from time to time.
Jackson walked in, and the assistant came over immediately.
As the assistant came over, the reporter followed. When he saw Jackson, he immediately pressed the shutter button of the camera in his hand.
Jackson walked in with the red carpet and sat in a chair on the stage.
“I’m holding a press conference here today to announce two main things.”
“Click click -”
The shutter sounded like rain in the living room, and the lights flashed quickly in front of Jackson’s eyes.
“The first thing is that on the ninth day of next month, my fiancée and I will get engaged. The second thing is that we will get married on Valentine’s Day on February 14th next year.”
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Heyday Group Meeting Room.
At the end of the two-hour meeting. Uriah left the conference room. and returned to the president’s room.
As soon as he walked into the CEO’s office. his phone rang.
York dropped the papers and left.
Uriah crossed the answer button.
“Hey.”
“Uriah, Jackson is holding a press conference at the Newtown Hotel.”
Uriah looked up. “What did he say?”
“I will get engaged to my fiancée on the 9th of the month next month, and marry my fiancée on Valentine’s Day on February 14th next year.”
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Uriah stood in front of the work table, his eyes looking at the scenery outside, the dark in his eyes.
Five seconds later, he said, “Find a reporter and tell him who my ex- wife is.”
The person on the phone instantly understood, “Understood.”
Hanging up, Uriah tossed the phone on the work table, went to the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette.
Smoke lingered around, blurring his facial features, and those pitch- black eyes also became blurred.
However, this blur can’t cover the coldness that oozes out a little bit.