The press conference had ended late at night.
After busying herself with everything, Alia Garcia finally had a mont to quietly reflect on the day.
The autumn new product launch was very successful; all limited editions were sold out, and there were nurous orders waiting for delivery.
Everyone had worked hard for a long ti and had finally received satisfactory rewards.
After the press conference had ended, she checked the sales list and learned that Christopher Hart had spent nearly a million to purchase three sets of jewelry.
His original intention to return to the country was because he and Lily Garcia planned to get married and wanted to customize a complete set of wedding jewelry.
Unexpectedly, not only did the order fall through, but his fiancée had a major setback and was now facing prison.
After all their twists and turns, they had each returned to their own paths, and now he was supporting her business in this way.
Everything seed to have co full circle.
However, purchasing three sets at once, she had heard that so were gifts for Hope, but the rest... were they for that female celebrity?
She had thought that after being burned once by Lily Garcia, he would be more cautious in choosing a partner.
It turned out that his problem with "blindness" hadn’t changed at all.
This popular little actress looked innocent and charming, but was actually deeply scheming.
She had reviewed the surveillance footage in the banquet hall afterwards and, sure enough, found the popular little actress lingering behind her for a long ti; just as she turned around, the actress bumped into her with a plate in hand.
Different people, but nearly the sa tricks.
It seed that the actress had already heard so rumors and had deliberately sought an opportunity to assert her dominance in front of her.
After all, who wouldn’t want to latch onto a wealthy man like Christopher Hart?
Just look, a single gesture from him amounted to jewelry worth hundreds of thousands.
Of course, she had to clear up the background and remove a "love rival."
Having pondered all this, Alia couldn’t describe her feelings.
The man she had once loved wholeheartedly now had questionable tastes, which was truly sigh-inducing.
What made her even more worried and nervous was Noah’s appearance.
Even now, recalling it sent shivers through her.
And it was thanks to Christopher’s "blindness"; otherwise, she wouldn’t have known how to cover up and hide the existence of their son.
And once he found out, their recently clarified relationship might beco entangled again.
And then there was the Hart Family.
Although they didn’t care much for Hope, if they knew that there were also two boys born that year, they would undoubtedly do everything to take them back.
The more Alia thought about it, the more nervous she beca, and she couldn’t help but hold her face in her hands, take a deep breath, and calm herself.
Footsteps approached from behind, and she quickly composed herself and turned around to see Kane.
"Is the eting over?" After the press conference, there was a work summary eting; Kane knew she was tired, so he took the task upon himself and had a brief eting with his colleagues.
"Yes. There’s nothing much to say, we’ll talk at the celebration party tomorrow night." Kane walked over to the bar counter, poured her a glass of water, and tenderly asked, "Are you too tired? Maybe stay at the hotel tonight."
"No, I want to go back and see the kids." Alia brightened up and gave a small smile.
Kane knew her too well and reassured her, "Don’t worry, they are safe. And that person should be pretty busy now, probably not dwelling on other things, right?"
His English, though not as profound as our Chinese, was still clear to her.
Taking such a beautiful woman ho, and having given her such valuable jewelry, how could she not reciprocate with her affections?
With that thought, he should be done with his business and exhaustedly asleep by now.
Alia glanced at Kane, speechless.
Kane touched his nose sheepishly, embarrassed for a mont, then composed himself and asked like a gentleman, "When we go back to Zurich, may I make our relationship public?"
Alia was startled, looked at him, and grew flustered.
Making their relationship public...
That would an there was no turning back.
And she hadn’t yet decided if she wanted to spend her life with this man.
"Kane, I..."
"It’s just making our relationship public, not asking you to marry right away. You still have the choice."
His words made Alia feel even guiltier.
aning, she could ask for a breakup in the future.
"If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes." Kane smiled happily and then took her hand on his own initiative, "Let’s go, let’s head back."
The two left the hotel hand in hand, unnoticed by the gossipmongers lurking in the corner.
——
The next day.
Alia was still sleeping in when her phone rang.
She grabbed her phone with tired eyes, "Hello, Snow... what’s up so early?"
Snow Fitch’s voice was gleeful, "Haha, that popular celebrity was dumped by Christopher Hart!"
"Hmm?" Alia was slow to respond to this abrupt statent.
"Aw, co on, the popular little flower who deliberately bumped into you with a drink at the press conference last night, Christopher Hart’s new fla..."
"Hmm, what about her?"
"They were caught by soone. Last night, Christopher Hart took her out of the hotel but then kicked her out of the car. Tsk tsk, she was crying so sadly in the photos."
Alia woke up significantly, "You an Christopher Hart didn’t take her back last night?"
"Definitely not! They must have broken up right after the event!"
What a jerk...
"However, the popular little flower had a jewelry box in her hand; it seems the breakup gift was quite generous, she didn’t lose out."
Alia hadn’t responded yet when her phone indicated an incoming call.
She checked it and frowned.
"Snow, Christopher Hart is calling , hold on..."
"Haha, you better take it! I bet he is regretting letting you go last night, lanting his blindness for divorcing you back then!"
"..." Alia couldn’t bother to respond to her friend’s wild speculations and answered the waiting call.
"Hello?"
"Haven’t you gotten up yet?" From the other side, the man’s deep and llow voice sounded steady.
Alia flopped back onto her bed, hand on her forehead, "What is it, just get to the point."
"Don’t you rember what you agreed to?" he countered.
Alia opened her eyes and sat up again.
What had she agreed to?
Seeing her silence, the man reminded her, "What did you tell your daughter yesterday? She got up early waiting for you to pick her up, and she’s not happy now because you haven’t shown up."
Alia suddenly realized, closed her eyes, hurriedly got out of bed, and apologized, "Sorry, I forgot! I’ve been really busy these days, I just couldn’t help but sleep in today. I’ll get ready right away."
But as soon as she finished speaking, she rembered sothing and hesitated, "Or... could your bodyguard bring Hope over?"
"Fuller is out on my behalf."
"What about the driver?"
"The driver is on a day off."
"..." Alia seriously doubted his excuses.
But before she could voice her suspicion, Christopher Hart cut in, "If you don’t want to co pick her up, we can talk about it next ti. I’ll take Hope to the office."
With the conversation reaching this point, as a mother, she dared not refuse and promptly assured, "I’m heading out right now, as quickly as I can. Ask Hope to wait a bit longer."
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