Wood Taylor's eyes widened, disbelief clearly painted all over his face.
Wasn't this Sebastian Mitchell, the bastard of the Mitchell Family?
What was he doing here?
Why did the soldiers of the White War Department treat him with such reverence?
At this moment, Wood Taylor's mind was awash with uncertainty. It was as if huge waves were sweeping through his mind, leaving him unable to react.
"What's the matter? Weren't you trying to kill me? Here I am right in front of you, why aren't you taking action?" White Mitchell calmly stared at Wood Taylor.
He had been waiting for this moment for eighteen long years.
He thought that he would establish himself as a wealthy man, wielding immense power, achieving great honor, and crushing those who had persecuted him in the past.
However, not only did the Taylor Family not let him go, the Mitchell Family also harbored murderous intentions toward him.