Classic Novel
Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Chapter 233: You are not a Free Man
“Sorry, the number you dialed is not answering at the moment…”
Ambrose hung up.
Uriah didn’t answer.
Uriah doesn’t answer, he doesn’t answer.
He’s not answering his phone.
Why?
Any idea why he’s making this call?
Ambrose, with a grim face, engaged in chitchat and amusement until the car pulled up outside his house and he sent Uriah a message. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
“I read the report on the Internet, the company has been seriously affected, you don’t solve, then I will solve.”
The message was sent, but there was no reply.
When Ambrose didn’t hear back, he got angry and said to his secretary, “You go ahead and arrange it. I’m going to hold a press conference
tomorrow.”
AK is his brainchild, Alva is the designer of AK, not to mention the false reports on the Internet, even if it is true, it must be suppressed, not allowed to fester.
Otherwise, the new brand won’t come out this year.
“All right, Ambrose.”
The secretary left and Ambrose went upstairs.
He’s gonna take a shower and go to work.
But no sooner had he gone upstairs than the secretary exclaimed, “Ambrose, look!”
Ambrose strode over and took the phone.
Twenty minutes later, the condensation disappeared from his face and a smile filled his eyes.
Rest assured, knowing smile.
Well done, Jackson, for standing up to Uriah like that!
The secretary took another phone and looked at the stock, quickly rejoicing, “Ambrose, our falling stock has recovered, and is still going up!”
Ambrose said, “Schedule a press conference right away, first thing in the morning.”
Surprised, the secretary thought he had misheard, “Ambrose, the stock has recovered, do we need to hold a press conference?”
Now that the company is unaffected, there is no need to hold another press conference.
Ambrose looked at the frozen frame on his phone with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes.”
He’s going to have a press conference, and he’s going to tell everyone how great Alva is.
It’s just, before he could give a press conference, Frank was already giving a press conference over at Daven.
Frank stood on the stage and looked down at the reporter with the camera in front of him. “Thank you all for coming to Daven’s press conference today.”
“I didn’t say much today, just one thing, about the online story that Alva and I were having an affair.”
“Clack, clack, clack –”
The camera keeps rolling.
In front of these cameras. Frank is incredibly relaxed.
“Alva is the designer of Daven, I first met her in the second half of last year, she participated in a design competition, I saw her design, I hired her to Daven as a designer, in less than two years, we from stranger to familiar, from boss, employee to friend.”
“I like her design, I like her concept, and I am impressed by her responsibility, seriousness, hard work and progress.”
“I’m sure any boss would love an employee like that.”
“If this fondness is ambiguous, I have nothing to say.”
Night filled the sky.
Alva sat on a stool, watching TV and eating hot pot with Jackson.
There’s wine on the table.
Hot pot with red wine.
It’s amazing.
And the TV screen was showing a live press conference.
It was Frank who called the press conference.
She looked at the man inside, wearing a serious suit and a serious face, and said to Jackson, “You know, Frank’s not usually like this.”
“What was it like?”
When Jackson looked at her, she couldn’t tell if the pot was too hot, smoky, or spicy. Her eyes were red.
But in spite of this, there were no tears in her eyes.
Not a tear.
She looked at the screen and smiled, like a star.
“He is very unreliable and always likes to make jokes.”
“And like…”
“Like what?”
“Tantalizing.”
Jackson raised his eyebrows. “Did he flirt with you?”
Alva winked. “Of course.”
Jackson looked serious. “Then I’ll find him.”
Alva curved lips, “You look for him is useless, his personality is like this, but he is not the kind of libertarian brother, he is a line, there is integrity.”
Jackson shook his head and looked at her. “There’s no bottom line. You’re not a free man anymore.”