The answer made the person showed an awkward expression and someone next to him laughed.
Others asked, âMr. Hoyle, if you disobey your mother like this, arenât you afraid of being labelled as unfilial son?â
Olive Steele looked at him sideways. It was exactly what she was worrying about.
âFoolish filial piety and loyalty will not harm others. My wife is a kind person. My mother is still very stubborn because she doesnât know my wife yet. I will not abandon my mother, nor my wife and my children. As for how to make the two woman coexist peacefully, Iâm still learning. If you have good suggestions, you can give me a few tricks. I will definitely thank you.â
Alan Hoyleâs witty jokes made everyone laughed. The atmosphere loosened. The reporters were eased. They were no longer so bitter and sharp. The female journalists couldnât hide their warm worship for Alan Hoyle and jealousy for Olive Steele.
Love was a never dying topic for human being, especially for women. In every womenâs heart, there was a novel about love where they were the main lead.
Alan Hoyle was everything they could wish for; rich, handsome, devoted, and persistent. A daughter-in-
lawâs relationship with a mother-in-law had often be a problem. Most men wronged their wives in the conflicts, however, Alan Hoyle made women see hope.
In fact, what women wanted was not partiality, but fairness from her men. It made her feel like she was not an outsider in the family she married into.
People said that fairness was only right, but who didnât envy vigorous love?
When asked when to hold a wedding and where to honeymoon, Alan Hoyle smiled mysteriously, âIf you want to find out, pay attention to my Microblog. It will give you an answer.â
A girl asked, âMrs. Hoyle, can you also make a Microblog account? Everyone plays this now. Itâs fun!
You can be friends with Mr. Hoyle too.â
âWell, Iâll think about it.â Olive Steele smiled. She secretly had one too. When she was tired from work, she occasionally scrolled down the Microblog to relax her chaotic mind, to catch up with gossips, or to read some good jokes. However, no one knew her ID.
She didnât like to expose her private life. She knew that Alan Hoyle was defending her and announcing to the world that he loved her.
She was moved, but she was not interested in interacting with him on the internet, nor to collect fans, and be detached from the reality.
Fame could sometimes drown a person. This kind of thing happened from time to time on the internet.
It scared her. She thought that it was better to flirt behind the door.
Everyone was happy. Olive Steele was about to end the press conference when an unexpected visitor barged in.
Olive Steele knew this person, so did the reporters. The Young Master Geve pointed to Alan Hoyleâs face, âYou must not be deceived by these two people. They are wolf in sheepâs clothing. They take advantage of my fatherâs illness to steal shares of the hotel!â
The reporters gasped.
The news of Norton Geveâs illness had always been hidden. Only a few people knew it. The Angels were transferred and Olive Steele was promoted. Some people thought that it was Norton Geveâs trick to curry favor with Alan Hoyle, but no one put his illness into concern. When Ellison Geve spilled it so, people were naturally shocked.
âMiss Steele, is this true?â
Immediately, the reporters pointed their microphones to the front as flash kept shining on and on. They couldnât help digging information with high selling points.
Olive Steele didnât panic. She smiled, âAre you asking about Mr. Gaoâs illness or that Mr. Hoyle and I are worried about him?â
Alan Hoyle said casually, âIf youâre interested in the former, you can ask Mr. Ellison Geve.â
âAlan Hoyle, you acquire Hengdu for this woman and now, youâre messing with the Angels. Do you even have a heart?â Ellison Geve denounced him.
Olive Steele shook her head. Some people were probably born dumb. If Norton Geve had not told her the reason of Hengduâs change in ownership, she would have thought that Alan Hoyle played some tricks to acquire it.
Itâs a pity that Norton Geveâs son, who had been raised for nearly 30 years, turned out to be a man who couldnât help him. He turned out be a spoiled rich child instead. Now, his father was seriously ill and he still didnât know how to repent.
Alan Hoyle laughed, âOf course, I have the heart for ambitions. Even blind people can see it.â
The answer made the reporters and the staff present stunned, but everyone could hear that he was saying the opposite. He put on an angry smile and gave off a cold aura.