Maxwell Peary was completely confused.
In his twenty-nine years, this was the first ti he had found himself so perplexed, with absolutely no idea what was going on.
This feeling was terrible.
"Dad, we’re almost at the hospital. I’ll tell you the details later."
After saying that, Maxwell Peary hung up the phone.
A newspaper?
He frowned, turning his head to see a newsstand not too far away.
"Wait for here."
With that, he imdiately unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and went to buy a newspaper.
Walking to the newsstand, his eyes were t with the front pages of all the newspapers, emblazoned with the headline—
*Young Master Peary’s Secret Wife Exposed, And It’s Her!*
The article began with Belinda Swan’s photo scandal, explaining that the images had been synthetically altered.
Then, it implicated him, claiming he and Belinda Swan had been married for so ti.
Furthermore, it included their marriage certificate and a photo of the two of them together, which was very striking.
Clearly, the photo on this marriage certificate was a composite.
Maxwell Peary’s expression darkened, his fists clenching.
Well played, Swan Family. Still not repentant after your previous misdeeds? Are you prepared for utter ruin with these actions?
He had never expected them to do sothing so foolish.
Crucially, at the bottom of the newspaper, there was also an attachnt of internal records from the Civil Affairs Bureau.
According to it, he was indeed married, and the spouse column listed: Nia Mitchell.
Damn it!
He wanted to unleash a torrent of curses.
He imdiately called Owen Lewis.
"Are you blind? What exactly have you been monitoring all day?"
Maxwell Peary was genuinely furious.
Damn it.
How could sothing like this happen in Capital Town, and to him of all people? He felt like he was going crazy.
"Boss, there was nothing I could do. The Old Master got involved," Owen Lewis sighed. When big bosses fight, it’s always the small fries who get sacrificed.
"Grandfather?" Maxwell Peary frowned instantly, his expression filled with disbelief.
Shouldn’t his grandfather be enjoying his retirent instead of ddling in these kinds of matters?
"Yes, Belinda Swan is with the Old Master right now. I can’t touch her."
It wasn’t just us; even the faction closely monitoring Charles Northwood hadn’t found any way in.
Anyone the Old Master wanted to protect... Even Young Master Peary would probably find it hard to lay a finger on them.
"What’s so good about the Swan Family that Grandfather would protect them?"
Maxwell Peary found it hard to believe. After all, his grandfather rarely interfered with his affairs.
"I’ve investigated. The Old Master owes the Swan Family a favor, and now it’s ti for him to repay it."
A favor?
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow. Indeed, this was a very tricky situation. After all, his grandfather was soone who placed extre importance on repaying favors.
"I understand. Suppress this matter for now."
Suppressing it ant destroying all the newspapers on the market and deleting all news reports concerning this. As for Belinda Swan herself, he would deal with her personally.
"No problem," Owen Lewis replied, then hung up and looked at Annie Davidson, who was lying on the sofa with her legs dangling.
"Maxwell’s life is about to get interesting."
Annie Davidson paused. Well now, this was the first ti Owen Lewis had called Maxwell Peary ’Mad Maxwell.’ Interesting.
"You should try calling him that to his face next ti," Annie Davidson challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"I’d like to live a few more days."
Owen Lewis gave a stiff smile and shrugged after speaking.
"So pathetic. Coward."
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