Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1646 Press Conference

Jepherson slowly turned to Raeleigh and asked, "Is it that funny?"

Stumped, she turned to him. "A little."

"Right."

After putting some meat into Raeleigh's plate, Jepherson continued to eat and watch TV.

Raeleigh wasn't a big fan of meat, but she ate it still.

After dinner, Stuart came in and cleared the table. Raeleigh went to brush her teeth then lay in bed.

Raeleigh had already fallen asleep when Stuart came in for the second time, an unprecedented

calmness on her face.

Somewhat lost in thought, Stuart thought if Raeleigh could stay forever, Jepherson would be happier.

"Anything else?"

Jepherson asked Stuart rather upsettingly as he came out of the bathroom. Panicking, Stuart turned to

Jepherson and said, his head bowed, "Something came up in the company; you'll have to see to it."

Jepherson took a look at Raeleigh and asked, "What happened?"

"A car from our company self-ignited. This is the third time this year that our cars are faulty. The whole

of Capital City is talking about this, saying our cars are the least safe." Stuart explained.

Jepherson frowned. "When did it happen?"

"Six this evening."

Jepherson looked up at the time. Six o'clock?

"What happened the last two times?"

"The first was brake failure, and the other was due to uneven fuel control."

Stuart had been investigating it and even followed up with the insurance company, but he still couldn't

find anything unusual. It was indeed the car's problem.

Jepherson sat down on the sofa and opened his laptop to look through the reports.

"Have the quality supervision, assembly, and outbound logistics managers come over."

"Here?"

Stuart glanced at Raeleigh.

"Here."

Stuart obliged and saw to it.

Jepherson then waited, and the managers wasted no time, entering Jepherson's room as soon as they

arrived at the hotel.

They were surprised to see Raeleigh but immediately looked away. There were some things they

shouldn't see.

They sat facing Jepherson while Raeleigh slept soundly behind.

Stuart stood aside, accompanying them.

Jepherson glanced at them, then lowered his gaze to the news on his laptop, asking, "Have you read

the news?"

"Yes."

"Yes, Mr. Jepherson."

Everyone had seen it. Jepherson asked, "What do you guys think?"

No one dared to say anything. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Later, the quality control manager spoke up. "We always make sure all the products pass QC. Because

of the last two events, we've tightened the tests; we're not sure how this has happened again."

Jepherson asked, his gaze still downcast, "Something's wrong with the assembly line then?"

The manager then said, "That's impossible. We will definitely know if it is."

"So you're saying, whatever the problem is, it's your department's fault?" Jepherson looked over at the

quality control manager, his gaze fathomless.

The manager then replied, "If it really is our fault, I'm willing to resign."

"Do you think your resignation will solve it?" Jepherson said with a cold gaze.

He then looked over at Raeleigh, who was awake.

The managers all had a feeling that they had woken Raeleigh up.

And they worried if Jepherson would take it out on them.

Raeleigh sat up and took a look at her pajamas. Nothing that wasn't for public display was on display.

Sitting there, she fixed her gaze at the others on the sofa in silence.

Jepherson continued, "Three incidents in such a short time, what do you think?"

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one answered.

Raeleigh said, "It's probably not an internal problem; someone wanted to set the company up. It isn't

something major but big enough to cause a major blow to Harvey Group. This guy might be a newbie

as he left clues which would be useful."

Jepherson looked over at her, and the others followed. Raeleigh got out of bed and said, "Stop your

production immediately. Cooperate with the national quality control department; ask them to provide

you with a report and post it online. Make it quick; you need to prove your integrity in time."

Everyone stared at Raeleigh in silence. They dared not do anything unless Jepherson said so.

"You guys heard her."

"Yes, Mr. Jepherson."

Everyone hurriedly saw to it. Raeleigh only then turned to Jepherson. "You need to get the QC report

from your material supplier ASAP, just in case."

Jepherson turned to Stuart and said, "Hold a press conference at eight tomorrow morning. We'll explain

the self-ignition."

"Yes, Mr. Jepherson."

Stuart then immediately saw to it. When there were only the two of them left, Raeleigh said, "You have

a backup plan, don't you?"

Jepherson smirked but said nothing.

"I'm sleepy. Goodnight."

With that, Raeleigh went back to bed while Jepherson sat for a while before he followed her to bed.

Cuddling from behind, Jepherson placed his hands on her chest, leading Raeleigh to move them away.

Jepherson moaned, but that was it; nothing else happened.

Raeleigh frowned. "Don't cross the line."

"Is there anything lovers can't do?"

"I didn't agree to it."

"Should I do something to obtain your consent then?"

...

They quiet down. Jepherson shifted his body and opened the sunroof; the sky was speckled with stars.

In the end, Raeleigh eventually resigned.

They lay under the vast starry sky. They gradually fell asleep to the autumn breeze.

Jepherson got up at six sharp. As he put on his clothes, Raeleigh got up too. After a quick preparation,

they headed down to the hotel's restaurant for the press conference.

The reporters have long been waiting. When Jepherson was about to go in, Raeleigh grabbed him and

said, "I can't go in."

Jepherson turned to her and asked, "Are you afraid he will come looking for you?"

Raeleigh didn't answer. Jepherson glanced at Stuart and said, "Sit with Raeleigh. Also, ask the kitchen

to prepare refreshments for each table."

"Understood."

"It's fine; I can eat later."

Raeleigh knew he did so because she hadn't had breakfast.

Jepherson took a look at Raeleigh. When he was leaving, he suddenly gave her a peck on her lips and

headed inside.

Flabbergasted, Raeleigh felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

It wasn't until someone passed them that Raeleigh came back to her senses, flushed.

Raeleigh glanced over at Stuart and headed into the restaurant, requesting, "Find a way to get me a

press card."

Stuart saw to it immediately, and Raeleigh entered with the lanyard around her neck, sitting in an

obscure corner. She then asked Stuart for his phone and pretended to be a reporter.