Substitute Mother

Chapters 184. Uninvited Guest's

“Is it true that you covered up your wife's death for the sake of public image?”

“Is it true that you hired another woman similar to the deceased to pretend to be your wife?*

“According to the growing rumors, is it true if the woman works as a night woman?”*

“Being the news that has spread explains that you paid the rented woman for a billion. Please confirm the news, mr”*

“If it is true, it means that you have lied to the public and committed identity falsification. You are an educated man, Mr. Alexander. Of course you know that it is illegal and can be legally processed”*

“We get photos in the form of proof of employment contract as a surrogate mother. Here are written heavy points and seem burdensome second party. And if it is legal, such an employment agreement is illegal. How is your justification, Mr Jeanno?”*

“Isn't it unwise when you let a woman of the night play mother to your child? Don't you think far? What if the woman does not properly educate your child?”*

“Your stock has dropped dramatically since the release of this unpleasant news. Public confidence has also declined. Your company is on the verge of collapse. How will you get out of a situation like this, Mister?”*

Jeanno still had the same expression. Silence without showing any fear. Karisma and his wife are still attached to a handsome face wrapped in a sturdy posture. Question after question that pierced and made the ears hot he caught well. Prepare an answer that is already at the end of his tongue.

Without many pairs of eyes knowing, that his hands clenched tightly from behind the podium. The nervousness, which had originally been shrouded, was replaced by anger when the scathing mouth of the journalist denigrated Judith. Her earlobes appear reddened, indeed the effect of her body that she received when she held back anger. If he had not seen the situation, Jeanno would have stormed the journalist's mouth. Stabbed him until he lost some teeth.

Sounds fun.

“Hire a prostitute to educate your biological child. Do you deserve to be called a good father?”

Silent.

The camera flash shot that was originally scrambling to capture all the movements of Jeanno, was now silent because all eyes turned towards the red-hated journalist who had just asked a pretty spicy question.

The situation was silent, it broke due to the sarcastic laughter that escaped from Jeanno's lips that had been silent. He had been holding back his emotions for too long, until the laughter finally came out. With an expressionless look on his face, he looked straight at the reporter in a red hat.

“Are you married?”

The red hat nodded with an arrogant expression. There was not the slightest trace of guilt for having demeaned someone in his question just now. “Sudah”

“Do you have children?”

“Yes, I have two healthy and smart children. Because educated by smart and clean women”

Jeanno smiled. Now a cynical smile. The smile that actually looks more creepy than Jeanno's expression flat a few seconds ago.

“I'm a little concerned about your children having a father with a rough voice like you. Do you not feel sorry for a wife who is tired of educating children to behave politely? If you are able to say such a harsh word to a stranger, can you imagine how you communicate at home? I hope your children imitate the behavior of his mother, so as not to become trash like his father”

Netra Jeanno left the red hat whose face had now turned out to be the color of his hat. His attentions looked at the ballroom, addressing other media colleagues. “If there are still unspoken questions, say them now. I will answer everything honestly. But don't underestimate anyone here. Especially women who act as surrogate mothers, and also my son”

One breath in. It's time to finish what he started.

“Regarding the death of my wife, yes. Nayara Alexander has gone home. I don't mean to cover up his death. I just want to protect my son. If news of his death spread to the public domain, it would hurt him more than anything. Why am I not being honest with my child? The answer is because I am not ready. I was devastated when Nayara died. At that time all I thought about was how I wouldn't see my son cry knowing his mother had gone”

“Then about the employment contract. Yes, I did pay a woman who had a physical almost the same as the deceased, to act as a surrogate mother. The agreement was made on the basis of the consent of both parties. If indeed what I do is illegal, I am willing to accept the consequences in accordance with the applicable legal procedures”

“About the job of the surrogate mother. During the contract, the surrogate mother does her job very well. My son loves her like a real mother. Even delirious of his name when he was no longer with us”

“I do not justify that night workers are a good thing. But I believe everyone deserves a second chance. This woman's heart is so soft that she can open my eyes to see herself as she is. To the point where I no longer care about his past work. Yeah, the past. Since he was under contract until now, he has stopped. No longer diving into his dark past”

“And I will be very grateful to my media colleagues if you do not try to find the identity of this woman. The issue that is growing now, the source is myself. So please, stop looking for who's the surrogate mother and my son”

“I, Jeanno Alexander today expressed my resignation from the company and everything that associates my name in terms of business. I on behalf of myself offer a huge apology for the chaos I have caused by my mindless actions. All forms of losses, both material and legal, I will face with full responsibility in accordance with applicable procedures”

“I withdraw myself”

Jeanno bowed the heads of several sekons as a last salute, ignoring the press's chatter about the sudden news of his retirement. He then withdrew from the podium without looking at the ballroom.

Ah, if only at that time his eyes looked at the ballroom of goods for a second. He will realize that there are uninvited guests who carry grudges that are still burning. Unsatisfied by Jeanno's disintegration of image and resignation from the company he built from scratch.

As the other media prepared to step away from the venue, the figure who had taken shelter from behind the mask was still silent on the spot. Staring passionately at the door that ‘swallowed’ Jeanno a few seconds ago. One of the tankers slipped into the bag, touching the object he had been carrying. The thing he should have used when his target was on the podium earlier.

“Time to end it all, Jeanno. Wait for me”

After saying so, he began to rise. Walking with other media crews, blending in like a journalist who has no personal problems with Jeanno.

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