Chapter 718: Chapter 718 Recording the Show_1
Eighteen years had passed, and as capable and skilled at uncovering news leads as journalists might be, their efforts could only amount to conjecture and association without evidence!
Unless a paternity test was done, who could be a hundred percent sure that Purple Summers was Christopher Simonson’s child?
In fact, other than Atra Blanc, no one knew the true origin of Purple Summers.
As long as Atra Blanc remained out of sight, Alexander Summers could make a big story out of it.
Purple Summers walked into the studio, where the host was the very popular Mr. Matt of the moment.
This man, widely loved for his humorous and trenchant style, had countless fans, with his most notable characteristic being his shocking statements, often mocking hypocritical politicians, particularly popular among the young.
Arranging for this host specifically…
Purple Summers felt more and more the “kind intent” of Alexander Summers.
The daughter-in-law he had raised with such effort, how could he let her be so easily snatched away by the Simonson Family?
Purple Summers walked into the studio to record the show, while Alexander and Gavin Graves sat casually chatting in the audience seats.
“You should thank me,” Alexander said, “The Graves Family rarely endorses a president so publicly. If this were to ruin everything we’ve worked for, it would be quite the loss. Making such an unprofitable deal isn’t your style.”
Gavin’s eyes, watching Purple under the lights, coolly replied, “Profitting from others and still playing cute, that phrase must have been coined for you.”
Alexander smiled and propped his long legs up on the back of the seat in front, comfortably leaning back.
“I say, you’re not getting any younger, how come you’re not married yet?” Alexander asked him.
Gavin glanced at him sidelong, “Aren’t you also unmarried?”
“Can you actually compare yourself to me?” Alexander raised a finger, waving it in front of Gavin’s eyes, “I’m younger than you by four years.”
“Nowadays, young girls prefer men older than themselves,” Gavin replied with a faint smile in his eyes, “Being with men their own age, they find them immature, not mature enough, without a sense of security. There’s also a popular term called ‘uncle fan’, haven’t you heard it?”
Alexander’s brow furrowed, a shadow immediately gathering in the depths of his eyes.
Do girls all prefer men older than themselves?
When it came to actual age, he was in fact a year younger than Suzanne Saunders…
Thinking about this, every time she got angry with him during their interactions, calling him immature.
Was he really that immature?
The more Alexander thought about it, the more unhappy he felt, growing increasingly dissatisfied with Gavin.
This Gavin Graves, he found his words extremely annoying, always hitting where it hurt!
Alexander criticized internally, but had forgotten that just before, it was he who had sarcastically commented on Gavin’s age.
“See? That’s what I mean by ‘uncle fan’,” Gavin spoke again, tilting his chin up to gesture Alexander to look ahead.
Purple and the host were chatting happily, her eyes curved in a smile, her bright gaze radiant, laughing like a child.
“You’re really very handsome!” Purple said, “Humor is a form of intelligence, you’re the handsomest, wisest uncle I’ve met!”
From his seat, Gavin spoke indistinctly, “It seems Ms. Summers appreciates Mr. Matt a great deal. What a pity, I’m too young to catch her eye.”
If not for the fact that he had borrowed the studio this one time, he really would have liked to turn around and leave.
After the show was recorded, it was already three-thirty in the morning.
Gavin said to Purple, “Next, the post-production editing and subtitles need to be done. We should be able to publish it before seven in the morning; other news websites will follow suit. We’ve already given them a heads-up, so don’t worry.”
This meant the staff would have to pull an all-nighter.
Purple felt terrible for them, so she bowed apologetically to the director, cameramen, and others, saying, “Thank you all for your hard work.”
Then she turned to Gavin, “Young Master Graves, thank you so much for today.”
“Don’t mention it,” Gavin replied, genteel and smiling, “This time it’s Christopher Simonson’s rivals setting a trap, trying to dig up dirt. They always resort to extreme measures. Don’t worry too much; it will be alright.”
Alexander urged with a cold face, “It’s time to go home.”
Suddenly, Purple turned and ran off, “Just a second, I’m going to get an autograph from Mr. Matt!”
Alexander shouted angrily, “Come back here!”