Sayon, International Hotel.
Myles bowed his head. The storm has subsided, but the follow-up matters were far from over.
At this moment, in the hotel lobby, one after another, guests who came to attend Myles's company celebration were signing confidentiality agreements in an orderly queue.
Today's matter involved not only White Mitchell's identity but also his plan to return to Capital City, so they couldn't be careless.
White Mitchell stood on the top floor, silently watching all this, and slowly asked the Azure Dragon behind him, "Have you checked the background of these people?"
The Taylor Family's power was complex. Although he was now a prestigious Army Master, it was not easy to eradicate them completely.
If today's matter reached the ears of the Taylors, there would be no guarantee that it wouldn't startle the snake in the grass, affecting his entire plan.