###Chapter 631 Who Has Never Been Spared By Disaster - Part 1

But AI technology, which was reported by Astley Group in the warm-up period, would have pushed Astley Group, which was already at its peak, to the top again in this wave of hot rubbing, but it didn't seem to be as easy as we thought.

The other party's press conference was held a month ago, which meant that Astley Group plagiarized, generally this kind of situation, in the face of huge compensation was a small matter, the company's reputation and future development had become a problem.

The purpose of Jordan Astley's establishment of AI was to make the project transformation in the future, and the market was ever-changing. The real estate and other industries in which Grandpa Astley's family had become rich were becoming saturated in the market. At present, what can be done was to feed his people as much as possible and make money by the way. It was impossible for Astley Group to further develop in these saturated industries, so Astley Group couldn't set up AI. The aim was to better adapt to the development of the market in the future.

I didn't have time to tell Frida Biden that I hung up and drove straight to Astley Group.

Astley Group downstairs had been surrounded by reporters and the media, the car cannot drive-in, and so, I had to get out of the car, ready to sneak into Astley Group.

I didn't know who suddenly shouted in the crowd, "Mrs. Astley is here. She's here!"

Before I could react, I was surrounded by a group of people, the spotlight kept shining at me, and some reporters began to ask some sarcastic questions.

"Mrs. Astley, do you know about the plagiarism of CBU's scientific and technological works?"

"For this kind of plagiarism, is it the personal behavior of Boss Astley or the behavior of Fu as a whole? How much do you know about this?"

"Mrs. Astley, I heard that you don't work for Fu, but your company is working with Fu on this technology project. Are you going to collude and wait for the release of AI technology to make a lot of money in Spain?"

"Mrs. Astley, I heard that you are currently managing all the assets under Mr. Astley's name. As the wife of the richest man every year, I'd like to interview you. Does Mr. Astley's money came from the people's fate and the people's ointment?"

These questions were trickier and mean than one, and I am so blocked that it was difficult for me to move. The magnesium light made my eyes ache. For a moment, I have some collapse. Without composure, I said, "Please keep your mouth shut. If there is no solid evidence, please do not throw dirty water on my husband and me, or I will sue you for malicious slander and injury."

I was blocked by someone, so I couldn't keep walking, so I had to fall on with a dazzling spotlight. A reporter continued to say, "Is Mrs. Astley in a hurry now?" Although we are chasing after the wind and shadows, there can be no waves without wind. If Mr. Astley is really upright, he should not be afraid of our malicious slander and harm, unless Mr. Astley has really done something he should not have done, and that is why he is guilty. Mrs. Astley spoke harshly, is it for bluff?"

I didn't know who pushed me. In the congested crowd, I was pushed to the ground. Before I could react, I was trampled on my hand. For a moment, I gasped with pain.

There were too many people, worried that I would be trampled on, so I tried to stand up, but it seemed that someone would not let me get up, and I have pushed to the ground again.

After going back and forth several times, I was kicked and trampled for no reason, but the reporter who had besieged me in the crowd suddenly dispersed and the air suddenly calmed down.

I looked up in hindsight, and my eyes fell on Jordan, who came out of the Astley building with bleak eyes, followed by a group of senior executives of the company.

Because of the reporter's sudden dispersion, the way I laid on the ground was clearly seen by him at a glance. I can imagine how embarrassed I was in his eyes, even in everyone's eyes.

The temperature in the air dropped a few degrees for no reason, it was Jordan's silent anger. He approached me, and his warm face showed a bit of coolness, which was only a glance at the journalists standing around. There was a faint sound of air-conditioning around him.

He pulled me up and held me half in his arms, his voice as warm as ever, "Is everything all right?"

I shook my head and said, "It's all right!"

He nodded, and then a pair of black eyes looked around, which converged slightly, but the bloodthirsty coldness was still wrapped around the air.

"It is my honor for you to go through so much trouble to come downstairs to my Astley company, but if you hurt my wife for no reason, you always have to give me a certain explanation. Please go back and wait for sure to get the employment letter from your company. Only then are you qualified to interview me, Astley?" Jordan's voice was not loud, and it could even be regarded as gentle, but with a knife in this gentleness, although I could not understand what he meant, I could probably make it clear in my heart when I looked at the expressions and appearance of the reporters.

With that, Jordan pulled me directly back to the office and asked Felix Stewart to find a medicine kit. He silently asked me to sit on the sofa and asked him to treat my wound.

Her knees and elbows were smashed to the ground with blood, and her body was covered with dust and was in a bit of a mess.

Jordan took advantage of his face and bowed his head to give first aid to the wound, looking a little warm and angry, especially when he was using cotton swabs to disinfect me with iodophor. I felt some pain and could not help but tremble.

He looked up at me in a low voice he said, "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head and smiled. "It doesn't hurt very much!" It's true. It's all skin wounds. It doesn't hurt that much.

He curled his lips and treated my wound with a heavy face. I knew he was a little angry because I didn't seem to be honest and obedient at home.

It was not easy to take care of the wound. He did not speak. Felix sent him to change his clothes and watched Jordan hesitate.

Jordan looked at me and said, "Can you change it yourself?"

I nodded. Of course, I could. It was nothing else.

He said, something, but he didn't really open his mouth.

I turned and went into the lounge. Felix's voice came from outside. I could hear it, but it was not far away.

Felix said, "Boss Astley, I find out that the things released by CBU in one month are all samples of Astley's intact. After they take them away, they used them directly and did not produce a new machine."

I paused slightly as I changed my clothes. I remembered that not long after the Cape Oaks project was launched, the base was stolen. Many of Astley Group's things should have been stolen at that time. Later, this matter came to nothing. Jordan and William Preston did not seem to have the intention of tracking down.

Instead, Astley Group reassembled the new machine. I thought it was over, but now it seemed that someone deliberately dug such a big hole here waiting for Jordan to jump.