"Do you have any good idea to solve the problem?" The woman asked. Maybe part of those people really cared about her, but there must be part of them who were just looking on. She didn't want to meet those people either.
"I'll ask my assistant to send you away, but I hope you can cooperate with us." Jacob thought quickly. He had to go to the scene after dealing with her.
That was where the real challenge lay, and that was where the real tragedy happened.
There would be countless victims' families waiting for him, making it dangerous for him. But Jacob couldn't escape from that. If he didn't go, his conscience would be condemned.
It was not necessary for Jacob to be present. The tragedy had gone beyond his prediction.
After handing Chloe to his assistant, Jacob returned to the CEO's office. There were several reporters downstairs, and at this moment, not only those reporters, but also some insiders were coveting him.
But it didn't matter. Anyway, there would always be people who takes pleasure in other's misfortune. Jacob sat on the chair in the office and began to cough violently.
He felt as if he had drunk a lot of wine. He caught a cold, but he didn't care. Even if he felt uncomfortable, it was not the right time for him to be delicate.
If he left his position at this moment, where should the company go?
Jacob made a cup of tea to dispel the coldness. At this moment, this felt of loneliness and helplessness became clearer for him. He even thought that if only Sara were here at this moment.
Jacob was shocked by his own thoughts. What could Sara do in such a situation? Could she solve the current problem? Could she even make things get better? It seemed that she couldn't.
But with Sara beside him, she could give herself strength and make him feel less fragile. At least he wouldn't feel so dizzy now.
Jacob drank up the tea and wrapped his coat. At this time, James knocked at the door of the CEO's office.
"Come in." Jacob looked very calm, as if nothing had happened.
Looking back, Jacob found it was James. His eyes softened.
"Well done, Jacob. If I were there, I might not be able to persuade her. " James looked solemn, but his words were full of praise.
"Uncle, how's everything going downstairs? And what about Jonathan?" It was not time to brag about his achievements. Jacob knew that what he had done was insignificant.
"Almost all the reporters have left. There are still some of them waiting downstairs, but it's not a big problem." James walked in and closed the door. He seemed to find that it was not good to talk at the door.
" Besides, I always feel that there is something fishy about Jonathan. " A flash of coldness appeared in James's eyes and recovered quickly. It was not because of the verbal conflict between them, but because of James's intuition.
"I'm aware of that, but I don't have so much time to think about it now. When this matter is over, I will send someone to investigate him thoroughly. But it's not the right time to do this yet. Besides, you know that sometimes what we got may not be the truth. "
Jacob sat on the chair behind the desk again and put his legs on the desk.
James was used to such a scene at home, so he didn't think it was inappropriate. However, his face became even more serious.
"It seems that Michael's illness is getting worse and worse. I don't think it's a good idea to delay treatment any longer. " James suddenly changed the subject and Began to talk about Michael.
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