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?"
