enjoyebooks Chapter 1457: Forced to Suppress by Force
Chapter 1457: Forced to Suppress by Force
In an instant, all the questions bombarded Anne Davidson, leaving her momentarily unable to react.She forced a somewhat awkward smile, then reached to shield her face.
“Madam, don’t be like this, just let us take a few photos.”
“Yes, Madam, you’re so beautiful—”
“Madam, strike a few poses, we’ll help you look nicer in the shots.”
Maxwell Peary, standing to the side, was getting more and more agitated.
These people are outrageous!
Some of the bolder journalists were so pleased with the photo session that they momentarily forgot Maxwell Peary’s status and even started joking around.
“Young Master Peary, come over, let’s take a family photo of you both.”
“Yes, yes, Young Master Peary, you and your wife truly match well, hurry over.”
“Is Young Master Peary shy?”
Damn it!
Does the expression on his face look like he’s shy?
Maxwell Peary’s face darkened, his brow furrowed tightly.
“Hey, are you Anne Davidson?”
Among the journalists present, someone actually recognized Anne Davidson.
Anne Davidson?
Everyone was a bit puzzled; the name sounded so familiar, yet they couldn’t recall where they’d heard it.
“Anne Davidson, who exactly is Anne Davidson?”
One journalist quietly asked the one who spoke, and many perked up their ears.
“She’s the Anne Davidson who dated Young Master Peary years ago, you know, the one who went abroad on her own and never showed up again.”
In an instant, everyone’s memories returned.
Yes, indeed, it was Anne Davidson whom Young Master Peary was dating back then.
“I am Anne Davidson.”
Anne Davidson smiled elegantly and gracefully.
As if accompanied by a halo, she brightened up every place she passed.
But only Maxwell Peary knew her filth.
“This child is not mine at all.”
Maxwell Peary stood there and bluntly dismantled the scene that the old man had set up.
“Anne Davidson, I always thought you wouldn’t do something so ridiculous, but you seem even more despicable than I imagined.”
Anne Davidson was the first woman Maxwell Peary ever described that way.
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary’s words, Anne Davidson immediately lowered her head, tears streaming down.
“You’ve fallen out of love, haven’t you?”
Anne Davidson’s voice was tearful, as she stood there seemingly utterly helpless.
“I know you’ve fallen out of love; I don’t blame you, truly. But please, I beg you, don’t speak of me like this.”
Anne Davidson looked so helpless, so pitiful.
In contrast, Maxwell Peary seemed downright villainous.
Watching the scene, everyone couldn’t believe Young Master Peary’s words, seeing as the child was a spitting image of Maxwell Peary.
Could it be true, as rumors claim, that Young Master Peary has really fallen for the ordinary and unremarkable Nia Mitchell?
Isn’t that just too surreal?
“Young Master Peary, why don’t you acknowledge the boy as your son? What are you feeling guilty about, or is there some other hidden reason?”
“Could it be so outrageous to declare in front of so many journalists that this boy isn’t his?”
Listening to the journalists’ questions, Maxwell Peary’s expression turned increasingly cold.
“With just one phone call, the group of brothers surrounding the place moved in, sealing off all paths.
“Everyone, leave your cameras and recording devices behind, or else, don’t blame us for being unkind!”
One of the leading men spoke up.