Two days had passed since the incident of Sister May. Even after the media had spread the news, the commotion was still very intense. Especially Sister May were still a helpless child, and had attracted the condemnation and unease of countless parents. There were even people who took the initiative to call for a parade outside the office, insisting that the authorities personally explain the situation, otherwise, they would not let this matter rest.
Joseph Grant stood in the meeting room, looking at the group of people parade right before him. There was a grave expression on his handsome face.
Warren Hilton knocked on the door and came in, his expression was anxious: "Sir, the foreign guest's carriage is arriving in an hour, with so many people surrounding the door, I'm afraid it will affect us greatly, what should we do?"
Joseph Grant was also having a headache at this moment. Some foreign leaders had come to visit on national affairs, how urgent was this matter? A group of people gathered outside the main gate who were unwilling to leave, they were shouting and waving their flags, demanding an explanation before they were willing to leave.
"Sir, if it's not convenient for you to step in, I'll send some people over to drive them away. I've investigated and found out that a few of these people are militants, and this procession was organized by them. Their goal may already be not simple, and they are interfering with the country's affairs. Last time the teacher had explained it. It was reasonable to press for a while before explaining the matter. But these people...” Warren Hilton also felt that he was helpless. The people had the right to know, but if it went too far, it also interfered in state affairs.
Joseph Grant withdrew his gaze, raised his wrist and looked at the time. "It's already past ten in the morning. How many people are there outside?”
"About a hundred or so." Warren Hilton immediately replied.
"Alright, make sure the Cathedral is empty so that you can invite them inside and prepare a good lunch to entertain them first. As for the explanation, find two people to explain it to them first. Also, make sure to remind them not to be provoked, to cause trouble, and to threaten our country's security and image." Joseph Grant pondered for a moment, then gave out a pMiller immediately.
Warren Hilton felt that this method was the safest. Not only could it soothe the hearts of people, it could also help to organize the main streets in time for foreign leaders to come visit.
"Mister is wise, I'll do it right away. It's just that I don't know who I'll be looking for to be this time's spokesperson." Warren Hilton asked with some difficulty.
"Bring the person in charge of the Department of Public Information over. This is their problem and they have to take care of it." Before, the information system was mainly under the jurisdiction of the Old President, and most people had always been loyal to him, but now that something like this had happened, Joseph Grant would definitely not let them stay out of it, and would definitely let them remain loyal to the Old President until the end.
"Yes sir!" Warren Hilton immediately felt that this idea was very good. Mister thought that things were always the most reasonable one, so it was about time for the people from the Department of Public Information to contribute a little.
Under the arrangement of Joseph Grant, the state visit at noon was very successful. In the evening, Joseph Grant even had an exchange with the foreign guests, and shared dinner with them. When he found out about the happy occasion where Joseph Grant had gotten engaged a while ago, the other party even specially prepared a gift for him.
Joseph Grant expressed his great honor and gratitude. Only until late in the night, all of his matters had been temporarily settled. Then Joseph Grant tiredly returned to the Vice—President Palace by car.
At the moment, only the light at the door was on, and the room was quiet.
Joseph Grant thought, was this woman asleep?
The man's lips curled up into a smile. He felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Previously, when she was waiting in the living room, he scolded her for staying up all night. Now, she had already gone to sleep, but he felt sour.
This feeling was so complicated.
"Good night, sir. See you tomorrow." Warren Hilton laughed and said, then he led the group of people away.
Joseph Grant also wished Warren Hilton good night, then pushed the door and entered.
As Joseph Grant went upstairs and took off his jacket. When he reached the bedroom, he heard a cough coming from inside, causing his heart to clench, and he quickly walked in.
"Alvina." He saw that the bedside lamp was still on, and the dim light reflected off the red face that had turned over in the bed.
"You're back?" Alvina Miller softly said as she reached out to support herself from her seat.
Joseph Grant casually threw his jacket onto the sofa at the side, and placed his hand on her forehead: "What happened to you? Are you sick? "
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