The words had barely left his mouth when the surrounding reporters froze in shock.
Everyone knew Quentin Grant was the calmest of men, someone who wouldn't even furrow his brow no matter what disaster struck.
But today, he had actually cursed!
"These two are my biological sons."
The reporters unleashed another barrage of questions.
"We could tell already. They look so much like President Grant."
Quentin Grant scoffed. "Heh, if you could already tell, what the hell was the point of asking? Besides, if my sons don't look like me, are they supposed to look like you?"
The male reporter was speechless, his face flushing with embarrassment.
Just then, Dylan Grant spoke up. "Uncles and aunties, could you please let our family go into the company now?"
His voice was soft and childlike.
The reporters all moved aside.
Nora Ainsworth held Elmer Grant the entire time without saying a word.
