Chapter 1458 - 1457: Nice Story, Keep Making It Up

Chapter 1458: Chapter 1457: Nice Story, Keep Making It Up

Simple and domineering, that’s Young Master Peary’s style.

Do you want to be exposed by the media?

Hold a press conference, speak up.

Let’s see if these journalists can safely walk away.

This is also why Maxwell Peary didn’t stop him.

Seeing so many people crowding around, some even pulling out guns, the journalists were stunned.

They want big news, but more than that, they want to stay alive.

"Keep talking."

Maxwell Peary walked to the side, grabbed a chair, and elegantly sat down.

As if everything there had nothing to do with him.

"Don’t mind me, speak freely, this story is good."

Maxwell Peary’s demeanor was terrifying.

The journalists, trembling, handed over cameras and recorders.

"Anne, I didn’t know I had the urge to stay."

This child for so many years, he was too lazy to argue, yet didn’t expect her to go this far.

Anne’s face changed instantly hearing Maxwell speak.

"Maxwell, even if you don’t like me anymore, you can’t say that. I know your heart belongs elsewhere now, but I just want to give Oliver what he rightfully deserves, yet I didn’t think you would speak like this."

Saying that, Anne sat there crying.

Seeing her like this, Maxwell was covered in black lines.

"Young Master Peary, how can you not recognize your own son?"

"Sure, you may not want to go public, but you can’t treat them like this.

"Back then, your news with Anne was a sensation in the whole of Capital Town."

No one expected, men are all the same, fancying new and dismissing old.

Even Maxwell Peary didn’t escape that.

"Maxwell."

The old man suddenly walked over, straight to his face.

"I will definitely publicly acknowledge Oliver’s identity, if you don’t recognize your son, don’t stop me from recognizing my great-grandson."

The old man spoke with hatred, then turned to face the journalists.

"Even if these journalists are intimidated by your power and dare not publish the news, I will definitely make it known!"

The old man didn’t believe that in this Capital Town, Maxwell Peary could hide the sky with one hand.

Maxwell sneered, standing up from the chair.

"Since you’ve decided, I won’t stop you."

He stood there watching the old man, without saying more.

But, is he really not hindering?

He has ways to block the news.

"Dad."

Suddenly, Oliver came to his side, looking pitiful.

This look of Oliver made him somewhat...

"Dad, why don’t you come to see me?"

When Oliver looked at Maxwell, he was still a bit scared.

"Didn’t I tell you before to live well with Anne?"

Oliver lowered his head, tears streaming down.

But for some reason, while Oliver is a child, crying is very normal,

Seeing him cry made Maxwell very impatient.

If Rabina were to cry, his heart would definitely break.

Ahem.

He suddenly thought, once there’s a little bun, would seeing the bun cry make him extremely averse, while doting on Rabina?

Very likely.

Now, Young Master Peary isn’t a father yet, so he naturally doesn’t understand that feeling.

When should he ask Alan Morgan what it’s like to be a father?

No, no, Alan missed seven years, and Gerry has grown up.

Then go ask Owen Lewis, his child is still in the womb.