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.
