Chapter: 748

"Well, I don't know much about Odin's private life," Victor suddenly remarked.

The reporters were even more bewildered hearing Victor's answer.

Beads of sweat from the reporter's brow fell onto the microphone as he tried to suppress his nerves.

"But... I've heard Mr. Sullivan has personally seen this child, and now you're saying you don't know about it? Does this mean that the Sullivan family will not accept the boy?"

The other reporters gasped.

Carson's gaze turned cold at this point. The reporter turned out to be quite fearless, daring to ask even more questions. It seems there would be more traps ahead, no matter how they responded.

He carefully stared at the reporter and panned his eyes to the latter's phone.

He sensed that this man had not heard the news from his friend, but was more likely tipped off by someone. Carson suspected there was an informant. He looked back at his subordinate, who immediately understood what he meant. He turned around to see who the reporter had recently contacted on his phone.

Rachel's eyes fell on Victor. The desk in front of them blocked the reporters' view, so none of the reporters could see what was going on. Behind it, Victor's arm continued to bleed and tainted the carpet.

Victor's face was becoming paler and paler every second and it seemed that he couldn't go on for much longer.

The host emcee speechless for a moment, but soon, he regained composure and responded in a clear voice, "This is a groundless rumor.

Even if it is true, it is a family concern. Also, Mr. Sullivan has been so preoccupied with Odin Sullivan's burial and had to look into the overseas branch company that he hasn't had time to see anyone else. And just now, Mr. Sullivan gave a clear explanation. Odin

Sullivan's private affairs are not within the scope of today's press conference, so we'll appreciate it if everyone refrains from making wild speculations."

The emcee maintained a cool demeanor, but he had conveyed a firm message to the reporters.

The reporter could only clench his teeth, He still couldn't get an answer from Victor no matter how long he waited. Still, he didn't want to lose the exclusive and kept on persisting.

“Mr. Sullivan, please answer my question.”

The others remained silent and held their breath.

They were all curious as to whether it was true or not. After all, the reporter was eager to insult Victor over this, implying that he was confident with the information he had.

If this was true, the Sullivan Group would have a new heir who would be supported by the board of directors in their war against Victor.

When that day would come, there would be upheaval in the Sullivan

Group.

“What was your question again just now?" Victor finally raised his head and stared at him after a long time.

When Victor glanced at the reporter, he couldn't help but feel weak and scared.

"The child..."

“Who do you think you are?" Victor asked, his face set coldly on him.