Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Surrounded by reporters Jackson hung up Flora’s phone and clicked on the American Entertainment Forum, and soon, countless trending searches began to pour in.

Every headline had the word Alva above it, and he soon saw the picture Flora was talking about.

Whether it is the Angle or the color is very good, the two people in the photo like a pair of round people, dazzling.

Jackson closed his eyes and calmed himself.

Alva’s not a random person. He trusts her.

But now that these stories are out, it’s all about her. Who?

Uriah?

Jackson clutched his cell phone and called Kelly.

“Jackson.”

“Book me a flight to H City as soon as possible.”

“What? H City?”

“Well, the fastest ticket.”

Jackson hung up the phone.

After hanging up, he made another call. “I need you to find out where Alva is and where Uriah is.”

“No problem.”

The phone hung up. Jackson looked into the distance and clenched his hand.

He can’t wait here any longer.

He’s going to Alva.

He’s going to see her.

Alva didn’t know what was going on outside. She was so busy with design that she didn’t check her phone.

Went to bed very late and got up very early.

But there was no food in the room, and she was going out to buy food.

Buy more food in the hotel, eat when you’re hungry.

But when she opened the door, a swarm of reporters swarmed her like butterflies.

“Miss Gellar, you just got engaged to a talented violinist, so why are you with the boss of AK?”

“Miss Gellar, your ex-husband was VirginiaBoss Irwin, and the talented violinist Jackson was Boss Irwin’s best friend. Why are you with Boss Irwin’s best friend?”

“Miss Gellar, you met Boss Irwin’s fiancee yesterday, is your relationship really as good as it’s rumored?”

“Miss Gellar……”

“Miss Gellar……”

Countless Miss Gellar passed through Alva’s mind. She looked at the microphone close to her and looked at the mouth that spoke very fast, and her mind went blank.

Such images had never occurred to her.

And it was very sudden. She wasn’t prepared.

“Miss Gellar, please answer.”

“Miss Gellar, please answer our questions.”

“Miss Gellar, a word…”

Alva’s head suddenly got dizzy.

The sounds flew like a million flies over her head, and she could not drive them away.

She was disgusted.

Reach out and push the reporter.

She doesn’t want to be surrounded.

She wanted to get out of this place where she was suffocating.

But these reporters are like mosquitoes feeding on human blood, and they won’t stop until it gets your blood.

She pushed them, they pushed her.

The results are clear.

She was pushed to the ground and her hand was quickly trampled.

The pain pierced Alva’s heart, and her tangled brain cleared up.

What is she doing?

Because of these reporters?

Panicked?

Nooooo.

She can’t panic and she can’t mess up!

Alva looked up, eyes clear into the camera, and shouted, “Please be quiet!”

Her remark silenced the reporter.

Alva looked at the foot that was standing on her hand. “Please move your foot.”

The reporter quickly said, “Sorry, Miss Gellar.”

Move your foot.

Alva stood up, glanced across each reporter’s face, and said, “I…”

“What are you doing?”

A voice interrupted what she was about to say.

Alva looked over, and so did the reporters around her.