Not long ago, the media had exposed an imposter who looked like Edward Anderson. It could be that the person holding the press conference was the imposter, not Edward Anderson himself.
If Edward Anderson had died, and the imposter had his eyes on the Cherden Hotel, wanting to take Edward's place and then holding a press conference, this possibility was very high.
"Rumors are just rumors. Who among you saw me actually die?" Edward Anderson said calmly, looking at the reporter who asked the question.
The reporter gradually became uneasy under his gaze.
It seemed that only the real Edward Anderson could possess such an aura of a king.
Edward Anderson, seeing his goal achieved, had a playful smile at the corner of his mouth: "I can understand your doubts about my true identity, but I am Edward Anderson, that is an ironclad fact!"
"Where is Randy?" Another reporter asked.
