Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Cancelling the Press Conference The Flower of Liss.

Uriah put on his suit, buttoned it up, and stood in front of the mirror looking good Still black suit, black shirt, as if black is his word The watch was put on his wrist, and the expensive body merged with his whole person.

He is the most powerful being.

Turn around, grab your phone and get out On the way out, he dialed a number.

“Change all the furniture in the villa.”

“Ok. Boss Irwin.”

He hangs up and York’s voice says, “Boss Irwin.”

There’s something wrong with York’s voice.

Uriah’s eyes narrowed. “HMM.”

“Miss Flair’s agent says you and Miss Flair are getting married in Sicily on November 18th.”

He got the news early in the morning and was about to call Boss Irwin when Boss Irwin called.

Uriah’s footsteps stopped, and his dark eyes went quiet.

Chapter 327 Cancelling the Press Conference York listened to the silence on his phone and didn’t ask reporters if the conference would continue.

Because he knew that Boss Irwin would give him an answer.

“Cancel the press conference.”

About a minute later, Uriah’s voice came.

“All right.”

The phone hung up and Uriah looked out, her dark eyes narrowing.

In the apartment. Calliope looked at the people sitting on the bar drinking one cup after another, couldn’t see it, grabbed her glass and said: “You are not going to get married, what are you doing?”

Secing Bella like this drove her crazy.

She is like a different person these two months, becoming more and more strange to her.

Bella’s glass is gone, she is not angry, smiling at Calliope, “Going to get married?”

I’m asking Calliope, but I’m asking myself.

Calliope saw her like this, frowning, “Isn’t it?”

Let her announce the wedding date. What’s that not a wedding?

Bella shook her head and giggled. “Calliope, this is just me wanting to get married, not him wanting to marry me.”

She forced it.

She had gambled on their relationship of more than twenty years that he would not contradict her after she sent these messages.

Chapter 327 Cancelling the Press Conference 243 Mouchers Bella got up, grabbed the remote, and clicked on the infotainment. channel.

Just in time, the reporter is reporting on the screen.

“Last night we received an update from Bella’s manager Calliope that Irwin has proposed and will be getting married in Sicily on November 18th.”

“They’ve known each other for years, been engaged for two years, and now we’re finally waiting for the news that they’re getting married. Congratulations!”

Bella laughed. “Congratulations…”

His face was full of mockery.

Calliope frowned, “What do you mean?”

What do you mean Bella wants to marry Uriah, not Uriah wants to marry Bella?

Didn’t she tell her it was Uriah who proposed?

And she also agreed, and their wedding date was also discussed, and the location was also decided.

Why do you say that now?

Bella threw the remote away and looked at Calliope, smiling and expressionless. “He didn’t ask me to marry him. I made it up.”

Calliope’s face changed sharply. “You’re crazy!”

Bella curled her lips and leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the Chapter 327: Cancelling the Press Conference crystal chandelier, her eyes filled with a sense of indifference.

“I was mad. I was mad to get Uriah.”

18284 Vouchers “Calliope. I tell you, we’ve known each other for more than thirty years, we’ve been together for almost twenty, he’s been through a third of my life, no, maybe half, and I won’t allow him to step down at this point.”

“Don’t do — do!”

The hospital.

Alva finally woke up shortly before 4 p.m.

She opened her eyes and looked dazed at what was in her sight.

An LED light.

Looking at the light, her mind was blank for a while.

She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t know who she is.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

There’s nothing in her mind.

The nurse arrives, and Jackson is outside with the nurse.

Talk to me. Walk in.

Alva heard the door open and looked over.

For a moment, images filled the mind of nothing, and her eyes began to clear.

“Jackson……”

Chapter 327: Cancelling the Press Conference 293 Vouchers Jackson saw her open her eyes and stand in the doorway without moving.

I feel like I’m frozen.

Now he heard Alva’s cry, the faint, hoarse voice, scratching his heart like fine porcelain.

He strode over.

“Are you awake?”

Her hand fell on her face, and her eyes were filled with unrestrained ecstasy.

He thought she would wake up in the morning, but she didn’t.

She didn’t wake up.

He had been restless and had gone to the doctor several times, who had come to examine her several times.

He was reassured when he was sure she would wake up.

Now seeing her awake, his tense heart finally relaxed.

She woke up.

Finally woke up.

“I…”

As Alva spoke, she pulled to the wound on her neck and frowned.

Jackson said at once, “Don’t talk!”

Alva did not speak, but her eyes looked at him, and her eyes were questioning.

ter 327 Cancelling the Press Conference 253 Vouchers The question is how you got here.

Jackson looked at her. “How did I get here? How did you get here?”

She thought he sent her protectors to cat dry food?

Alva’s mouth curled.

Yeah, it is.

How she forgot.

She also sent two men to protect her.

Those two were dedicated, followed her around, and they knew when they saw her taken to the hospital.

And they couldn’t have kept Jackson in the dark about her being in the hospital.

Alva moved her lips and said, “I’m sorry.”

Got you worried again.

A lot of things are out of control.

In the studio, she had no idea Vicky would threaten Uriah.

I never thought the tip of the knife would actually penetrate her skin.

I never thought of anything.

Jackson smiled at her, and his heart swelled with anger.

I don’t know if I’m angry with myself or with her.

But he didn’t let it out. He put up with it.

Chapter 327: Cancelling the Press Conference She was very uncomfortable, and he couldn’t be serious with her, couldn’t talk to her about what had happened.

“Stop talking. I’ll let the doctor talk.”

Ring the bed bell quickly.

Alva is still in the ICU.

The doctor came immediately and was relieved to see Alva awake.

As they examined her, Jackson asked, “How was it?”

The doctor put down his stethoscope and said, “No problem, everything is in the normal range.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

Just within the normal range.

The doctor said, I will stay in the ICU for two days and be completely stable before being transferred to a general ward.

“Yes.”

The doctor also advised some precautions, as well as food.

Because Alva’s injury was to her neck, she could not eat for several days and could only wet her lips when she drank water.

She can only function on fluids.

When Jackson heard this, his hands clenched and his face turned cold.

Alva knew he was worried about herself. She took his fist in his hand and said, “It’s okay.”

Jackson looked at her, his eyes welling up. “Didn’t you say not to Chapter 327 Cancelling the Press Conference 288 Wouchers talk?”

His voice was cold and heavy, like a storm brewing.

Alva froze.

Jackson never spoke to her like that.

Jackson looked into her eyes, turned his head, controlled himself, and said, “Don’t move. I’m going to the bathroom.”

Soon, the bathroom door closes.

Alva couldn’t see the bathroom door, but she could hear it close.

It was very loud.

He was angry.

He’s never been angry with her.

Alva’s eyelids drop, She scared him this time.

Jackson was in the bathroom for about 20 minutes before he came out.

Alva heard the noise and looked at him immediately.

Jackson walked over, his face restored.

He sat down by the bed, took her hand and said apologetically, “I’m sorry I was angry with you.”

Alva wants to say that it’s okay, that she worried him.

But she couldn’t talk. He’d be more worried about the wound.

I took his hand, and I wrote in his palm.

“Give me a pen and paper.”

Jackson laughed.

“Good,” said Hermione.

There are no pens and paper in the ward, but there are at the nurses’

station.

Jackson went to the nurse’s station and asked for a pen and paper.

Alva wrote on a piece of paper. “Help me roll the bed up.”

Jackson saw, “Good.”

Shake the bed up.

Alva wrote on the paper. “This is an accident, it is complicated, you don’t worry, don’t worry, when I can speak, I will tell you.”

Jackson looked at the words in a calm voice, without any anger or hatred, and suppressed his emotions.

He looked at Alva. Her eyes were still clear and clean.

His hand fell on her face and he said hoarsely, “I’m really scared of you this time.”

The moment he signed the death notice, he had a feeling that she would not be seen.

He was afraid.

Alva bent her lips and wrote on the paper, “Just like the last time you stopped a rock for me, I was scared too.”

Jackson’s heart pricked when he saw these words.

He said it before. This time, rocks. Next time, knives?

Not this time, knife.

Almost punctured the carotid artery.

Alva went back to sleep shortly after she woke up.

Jackson kissed her on the lips and sat down in front of the bed and looked at her.

He did not know what kind of courage, what kind of mood let her smile at him after she was about to die.

All he knew was that seeing her smile hurt his heart.

Suddenly, his phone began to whine.