The answer made the person showed an awkward expression and someone next to him laughed.
Others asked, “Mr. Hoyle, if you disobey your mother like this, aren’t you afraid of being labelled as
unfilial son?”
Olive Steele looked at him sideways. It was exactly what she was worrying about.
“Foolish filial piety and loyalty will not harm others. My wife is a kind person. My mother is still very
stubborn because she doesn’t 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, I’m still learning. If you have good
suggestions, you can give me a few tricks. I will definitely thank you.”
Alan Hoyle’s witty jokes made everyone laughed. The atmosphere loosened. The reporters were
eased. They were no longer so bitter and sharp. The female journalists couldn’t 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 women’s 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-
law’s 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 didn’t envy vigorous love?
When asked when to hold a wedding and where to honeymoon, Alan Hoyle smiled mysteriously, “If you
want to find out, pay attention to my Microblog. It will give you an answer.’
A girl asked, “Mrs. Hoyle, can you also make a Microblog account? Everyone plays this now. It’s fun!
You can be friends with Mr. Hoyle too.”
“Well, I’ll think about it.” 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 didn’t 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 Hoyle’s
face, “You must not be deceived by these two people. They are wolf in sheep’s clothing. They take
advantage of my father’s illness to steal shares of the hotel!”
The reporters gasped.
The news of Norton Geve’s 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 Geve’s 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.
“Miss Steele, is this true?”
Immediately, the reporters pointed their microphones to the front as flash kept shining on and on. They
couldn’t help digging information with high selling points.
Olive Steele didn’t panic. She smiled, “Are you asking about Mr. Gao’s illness or that Mr. Hoyle and I
are worried about him?”
Alan Hoyle said casually, “If you’re interested in the former, you can ask Mr. Ellison Geve.”
“Alan Hoyle, you acquire Hengdu for this woman and now, you’re messing with the Angels. Do you
even have a heart?” 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 Hengdu’s change in ownership, she would have thought that Alan Hoyle played some
tricks to acquire it.
It’s a pity that Norton Geve’s son, who had been raised for nearly 30 years, turned out to be a man who
couldn’t help him. He turned out be a spoiled rich child instead. Now, his father was seriously ill and he
still didn’t know how to repent.
Alan Hoyle laughed, “Of course, I have the heart for ambitions. Even blind people can see it.”
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.
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