บท 847: Chapter 847: Which Miss Swift is that?

Everyone's body suddenly stiffened, panic surfacing in their eyes. They slowly turned around and saw Caleb Mamet casually walking over, his deep and mysterious eyes revealing no emotion. He glanced indifferently at the crowd, his gaze not even lingering on Tracy Swift.

Sean Price walked up to them: "Does anyone have any questions?"

The journalists felt their hearts quiver, as if someone had grabbed their throats, unable to utter a word.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since our CEO has arrived, it means that he is willing to accept your interviews. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly or ask me. There is no need to question outsiders,"

Sean Price showed a mocking smile, seemingly glancing at Tracy, whose expression instantly stiffened and awkwardly lowered her head.