Novel Full Chapter 1777 - 1767: Li Beijue Saw It!
Chapter 1777: Chapter 1767: Li Beijue Saw It!
Lyle Westbrook made such a grand gesture that it shook the entire city, and with the media rushing to report it, there was no one in Country W who didn’t know about this news.
Compared to the envy and jealousy outside.
The atmosphere at the Lawrence Headquarters seemed very subtle.
Conversations from top to bottom basically turned into this—
"Did you know?"
"Are you talking about that? Yes, yes, I saw the news. How did you find out?"
"I also saw it on my phone."
"I heard roses are being sent everywhere right now, just for this grand and extremely romantic gesture, if it were me, I would definitely be moved."
"Not necessarily, I still like our President."
"I wonder how she will choose."
"There’s a live stream online."
"Do you dare to watch?"
"They say dark clouds are gathering on the top floor, there was just a thunderstorm. Let’s keep a low profile and not watch it."
Basically, everyone was talking about Lyle Westbrook’s grand declaration of love, but no one dared to openly discuss it.
Meeting up to gossip was like playing a guessing game.
They were afraid people from the 88th floor would find out.
At this moment, the pressure was even lower inside the President’s office on the 88th floor of Lawrence Headquarters, while people below dared to at least gossip in riddles, upstairs everyone was as silent as quails, fearing the lightning and thunder above them would strike down on their heads.
The President had been in a good mood earlier, and they had hardly enjoyed an hour of free breathing before it reverted!
No, it shouldn’t be called reverted.
The current atmosphere was much more terrifying than before!
Luckily, Assistant Terrence and Mr. Harris were there to hold the front line in the President’s office.
They were grateful for others being at the front, yet felt immense sympathy for the two holding the line.
In the President’s office.
The air was nearly frozen.
The well-dressed man, with a face as still as water, picked up the remote control from his desk and pressed the switch.
A blue backlit projection immediately rolled down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the immense viewing experience akin to a cinema.
But the sound that came from it didn’t allow anyone to relax.
"Citywide romance! The Westbrook Group’s Second Young Master, Mr. Lyle Westbrook, has extravagantly booked all flight tickets for takeoffs and landings at 2 PM, W Airport is in full bloom with roses..."
The host’s voice, suppressed with excitement and envy, resonated in the spacious office.
Her every word made Assistant Terrence break into a cold sweat.
As expected, the oppressive atmosphere in the air grew heavier, making it hard to breathe. He discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Scott Harris, who stood beside him, more upright and calm than he was. Gritting his teeth, he stood up even straighter.
"Our reporters have already arrived at the scene, now let’s connect with the on-site reporters."
On the blue screen, the image flickered and switched to W Airport.
The sea of tens of thousands of roses overwhelmed the visual senses, and the always-stealing-glances Assistant Terrence couldn’t help but be impressed. With such a gesture and thoughtfulness, no wonder the President had such a strong reaction.
Any man would see such a person as a threat.
"Hello everyone, I’m reporter SWERE, here to bring you live coverage. We are now at W Airport, and there are people everywhere handing out roses; we can see today’s Female Protagonist also holding a bouquet of roses. Each rose has a different color, meticulously selected... And now Second Young Master Westbrook is walking over... Oh my, he’s holding a bouquet of roses himself. Let’s zoom in a little. 13 and 14. It’s 1314! One is holding 13 roses, and the other is holding 14. Plus, the city is freely offering 30,000 roses everywhere. Just the right number, 5201314."