Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 955 The Irritable President_1

A young prodigy who made a name for herself in the literary world, the other merely an unknown copywriter!

The difference was clear as day.

Christopher Simonson couldn’t help but be stunned; he really hadn’t considered this issue. At the time, he just wanted to find a job for Alexander Summers, never expecting it to turn out this way.

"Let’s change it," Christopher Simonson sighed, "... change it to freelance photographer."

At least that removed him from the literary world, so the comparison wouldn’t look so bad.

——In order to preserve Purple Summers’s dignity, the couple truly went to great lengths.

The next day, Christopher Simonson made a call to the Russell Family, expressing the situation with tact.

Old Mister Russell politely said, "We have no objections. It’s just that, poor Violet, we’re not unwilling to book the venue exclusively; it’s really because most of our family and friends are overseas, and to book it entirely would indeed be extravagant waste..."

The Russell Family didn’t mind, so Christopher Simonson called Purple Summers next.

Once Purple learned that the weddings would be held separately, she didn’t mind either.

Alexander Summers, however, was utterly displeased, saying irritably, "I’m paying to book the venue, and I still need to manage other people’s banquets?"

"You could choose not to book the entire venue," Purple suggested with a smile, "Just reserve half, leave the other half to them."

Alexander Summers flatly refused, "No way, there won’t be enough space, not enough seats!"

"Nonsense, where are all these guests coming from? You just want the ceremony to look grand and prestigious!" Purple exposed the truth, "Anyway, it won’t be disruptive since the upstairs and downstairs won’t interfere with each other, and it’s better this way to avoid waste."

Alexander Summers was still not pleased, so Purple imitated his usual mannerisms, cupping his face and giving him a kiss to coax him, and finally, his last bit of resentment dissipated.

The wedding day finally arrived, and Christopher Simonson and Caitlin Carter both dressed in their finest, looking shiny and dignified.

Neither of them had ever been parents, yet suddenly they had to play the roles of father-in-law and mother-in-law, both feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

As they waited for the auspicious hour, Christopher Simonson suddenly received a call. Whatever the caller said, Christopher Simonson’s face darkened and he looked somewhat grave.

"What’s wrong? Who was that?" Caitlin Carter asked anxiously.

"The National Security Agency has reported that a large group of gangsters entered the capital with unclear intentions," Christopher Simonson said. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Caitlin Carter was shocked, "Gangsters?"

"Not only that, but many people from the Howard Family and the Graves Family have also arrived from the south," Christopher Simonson said sternly, "These family clans are extremely powerful and have deep-rooted influence in the region. Their sudden assembly is likely not a good sign. The department has arranged for increased police patrols and vigilance, and the anti-terrorism and riot control department has already been deployed."

Caitlin Carter asked with a heavy heart, "Will this affect Purple’s wedding?"

Christopher Simonson looked at her sternly, "Now is not the time to worry about a wedding; the safety of the citizens comes first!"

"Let’s hope nothing happens," Caitlin Carter sighed, standing up, "It’s almost time, I’ll go see if Purple is ready."

Not long after she left, Christopher Simonson received another phone call.

"Mr. President, those people are all heading toward the direction of the Heavenly Phoenix Palace! Do we need to declare martial law?!"

"What?!" Christopher Simonson was shocked.

What did these people want to do?! Were they dissatisfied with him, the president, and planning a terrorist act targeting his daughter’s wedding?

...That’s not right; since he took office, he had not issued any policies or regulations that hurt the interests of these families. What were they up to?!

The president’s palms were clammy with a thin layer of sweat.

Christopher Simonson asked sternly, "How many of them are there?"

"A lot! If we need to declare martial law, we will need to deploy additional armed forces there!"

If the army were to be deployed, the area around the Heavenly Phoenix Palace would certainly be in danger!

It seemed he had to persuade Purple to cancel the wedding at the last minute! Although it was regrettable, the greater good must take precedence...

He was still weighing the pros and cons when yet another call came in—

"Mr. President, someone’s flying an airship overhead, dropping money!"

Christopher Simonson was exasperated!

What in the world was going on today?! Not a moment’s peace!

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