Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 148 The Press Conference

Clara went to the conference with Darren, Sarah, Stephanie and several cameramen.

Darren sat beside Clara. He saw the necklace. It must be given by Horace.

Darren remembered he also gave her a necklace, but it was not made in diamond. He pretended to be

a poor college student in front of her, so he bought her a crummy one.

He regretted it.

On the way, Luis said, "Will Mrs. Kirkland attend the press conference? Then we can take frontal

photos of her."

Darren looked at Clara. Clara gave him a glimpse, then turned her head around.

Sarah tapped on Luis's shoulder, "Luis, you should spare no effort to take the photo of Mrs. Kirkland.

The press conference is not important at all."

What? Clara found it amusing. How could they take the photo of Mrs. Kirkland, since she would be

occupied covering the news under the stage?

Sarah asked, "Clara, your husband must have met Mrs. Kirkland. What does she look like? Will she

attend the conference?"

Clara was stunned. "No. Mrs. Kirkland…I think she will not be there…" Her voice trailed off.

Hearing their discussion about Mrs. Kirkland, Clara didn't know whether she should be happy or

uneasy.

The conference was grand and solemn. Even the reporter of Stratmont News came to broadcast it on

hand.

All kinds of luxury cars parked at the gate of the press conference, including Maserati, BMW, Mercedes Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Benz, Bentley... there were even some customized cars. All of them were worthy more than 100 million.

They were amazed by all the luxurious items.

Darren said, "You can have fun, but don't embarrass GLAM. You must bring back the first-hand cover

and photo. It's up to you this time."

"Got it, editor-in-chief!"

Darren whispered to Clara, "Do you think it's appropriate to attend the press conference dressed up

like this?"

"Horace asked me to dress up, and I can't reject him. Don't worry, I'll get my work done."

"That's not what I mean." Darren always found her innocent.

"I mean…you look good today."

Clara wanted to say something, but she felt resigned.

Sarah urged Clara and Darren to step up, so they could get in together.

There were a champagne tower and a ten-layered cake. They even invited top-class French chef to

prepare various delicacies to treat the guests.

"Wow, such an extravagant press conference! It totally blows my mind!" Sarah found everything

fascinating.

Many celebrities and stars gathered together. They all dressed up and behaved gracefully. Good-

looking men and women walked to and fro, chatting and laughing.

Even Stephanie was thrilled, "Awesome, the Holrace Corporation is so awesome! There are so many

big shots here today. I've seen so many VIPs in one day, including those we never had a chance to

interview before."

People at GLAM were all happy to attend this once-in-a-lifetime event.

People at the conference hall were all looking for their seats.

Others from the media threw a jealous look at them. How could GLAM, a second-class magazine, have

the best seats? It was unprecedented.

Sarah and others were also stunned. Their seats were at the front. Even the NO.1 magazine at

Stratmont had to sit behind them.

What made them more jealous and perplexed was that Clara's seat was in the middle of the first row.

The anchor's seat was only at the end of the first row, while Clara sat at the very center.

Clara didn't dare to seat in the first row, she would get nervous. She kept falling back.

Stephanie pointed to the front, "Clara, your seat is in the first row."

"No, no, I don't want to sit there."

They all sat down, there was no room for Clara. She had to sit there.

She cautiously sat in the VIP seat in the front row.

With the music began and the lights lit up, the press conference began.

Isaac slowly pushed Horace in the wheelchair onto the stage.

Clara found Horace more attractive, even drop-dead gorgeous on the stage.

Horace was introducing the fund's risk control model, structural characteristics, its advantages and

profit characteristics, while Clara started to space.

It took her a while to come around and continue to listen to Horace's speech.

Everyone was fascinated by Horace, as if the fund was no longer important.

Clara heard someone talking about her husband.

"He's so handsome, even on a wheelchair, and talented. It's a pity that he's married."

"Yes, he has been single for years, why did he suddenly get married? Do you know who his wife is?

Who can handle him?"

"No, maybe it's political marriage. He doesn't love his wife at all, so she never shows up."

"He is so calm, handsome, rich and talented… I'd like to sleep with him even if he is vegetative, let

alone on a wheelchair…"

"Dear, you have no shame at all…"

Having heard their conversation, Clara was speechless. Was it really ok to gossip about Horace and

her like this?

Horace looked so gorgeous on the stage, like a bright star in the night sky. But she was merely a wild

lily on the ground. Their relationship was a mismatch…How could they be together… Clara was

overwhelmed by inferiority complex.

Horace was so eye-catching on the stage. He was extremely excellent and talented, but she barely had

advantages. He was out of her league.

Laura shouldn't have such worries when she was with Horace.

Clara suddenly shook it off her mind.

What was wrong with her? Why was she being paranoid on such a big day?

She got rid of all the whims and fixed her eyes on Horace.

Horace said a lot about the fund. Finally, amid a great round of applause, a journalist asked, "Mr.

Kirkland, haven't you introduced the name of the fund?"

As soon as the journalist said it, everyone found that it was true. They all stared at Horace.

Horace, however, was very calm. He said slowly, "Its name is Clara Fund."