King's Awakening

Chapter 480: Chapter 480: Returning to the Mitchell Family!
 

Capital City, Mitchell Family Villa!

The villa where the Mitchell family resided occupied an expansive area, despite being the only household present.

Inside, there were gardens, private swimming pools, and even a private football field. To call it extravagant would be an understatement.

Standing at the entrance to the villa complex, White Mitchell stopped in his tracks, staring at the two flamboyantly inscribed characters ‘Mitchell Mansion’, overwhelmed by waves of emotions.

Eighteen years had passed. He finally had the right to return to this place, finally had the right to seek revenge on those who had harmed him eighteen years ago.

He could never forget the humiliation, the dangers, and the disgrace he had endured when he left this place all those years ago.

Now, he had finally returned. It was about time to repay these bloody debts!

Observing White’s hesitating pace, Mateo Mitchell, who was disguised as someone else, mistook White’s emotional turmoil and advised, “Child, let it go. Some things are past your control, and you cannot rectify them.

It would be better to look ahead. I believe under your leadership, the Mitchell family will change its current state and move towards a brighter direction.”

“Come back…”

Upon hearing this, White snapped out of his reminiscence. He turned to Mateo, his features expressionless, “Do you believe,” he queried, “that things from the past are truly over?”

The address “Uncle,” brought tears to Mateo’s eyes.

Finally, he heard White addressing him as “Uncle.” Had he already accepted him?

“Good lad, of course, they are over. Rest assured, I have arranged everything. No one will dare to harm you upon your return to the Mitchell family,” Mateo vowed earnestly.

White smiled faintly, as he walked forward, replying, “I’m afraid things wouldn’t turn out the way you’re imagining.”

What did he mean by this?

Bewildered, Mateo shook his head but, without dwelling further, hurriedly followed White.

Before long, they were stopped by the guards of the Mitchell family.

“Who are you? This is a restricted area of Mitchell Mansion. No outsiders allowed!” A guard spoke up, his face stony.

“Levi Mitchell, here to attend the banquet.” White replied, introducing himself. He then pointed at the person standing behind him, adding, “This is my man, Joseph Jones.”

Levi Mitchell?

Joseph Jones?

The guard responded with impassiveness, “Wait here, I’ll notify them first.”

“At your leisure,” White replied nonchalantly.

The guard turned around and, walking away, muttered into his walkie-talkie, “Levi Mitchell is here, with a man named Joseph Jones, what should we do, let them in or keep them waiting?”

Though the guard presumed his words were unheard by White, neither White nor Mateo, at their level, would miss the slightest sound within a hundred-meter radius around them.

Hearing this, Mateo was seething with rage.

“Uncle, do you still think your words have any weight here?” White asked Mateo calmly.

With a lowered head, Mateo’s face was flushed, still defending the Mitchell family, “P…probably it’s only the subordinates who don’t understand. Once they identify you, they’ll respectfully welcome you.”

Hearing his words, White chuckled dismissively, “Whether they welcome us or not is irrelevant. The outcome will not change. Surely, you’re not afraid to witness the true face of the Mitchell family you’ve been so diligently protecting?”

“I trust the Mitchell family!” Mateo responded stubbornly, but an undercurrent of uncertainty laced his affirmation.

The guard who had earlier halted their progress returned, smirking dismissively, “Alright. Follow me, don’t wander, just stick to me!”

“The hell do you…” Mateo flared up at the guard’s insolent behaviour.

However, the guard merely gave him a contemptuous glance, retorting, “What’s a little man from the Jones Family doing here, shouting and yelping so loudly. Do you want to die? If you’re tired of living, just speak up. I’d be glad to send you on your way.”

Whoosh!

Mateo was teetering on the edge of a raging explosion. What the hell was happening?

Just as Mateo was about to react, White placed a hand on his shoulder, laughing softly, “Don’t rush, the real drama hasn’t started yet. If you act out now, we won’t be able to watch today’s show. Do you not believe in your Mitchell family any more?”

Hearing this, Mateo, suppressing his rage, reluctantly nodded.

Seeing this, the guard leading the way sneered, “Small people always stay small. They think they’re more capable than they are. If you had the guts to retaliate, I’d have called you a man. But now, huh, you’re nothing more than a coward.”

“You!” Mateo glared at the guard, seething, but refrained from reacting with White beside him. Resentfully, he vowed to teach him a lesson later.

After this minor diversion, White and Mateo continued to follow the guard.

Normally, guests at the vast Mitchell family plot were escorted in a sightseeing vehicle, but this guard was clearly trying to cause trouble for White and Mateo, making them walk for almost three kilometers.

Mateo, following behind White, was already boiling with anger. Had it not been for White, he would have revealed his identity long ago, teaching this insolent guard a lesson.

Finally, they arrived at one of the Mitchell family villas.

However, it was not the main residence.

The main residence was in the center of the villas, the largest and most luxurious building in the whole area.

But the current villa was obviously an ordinary residence for the Mitchell family clan.

Observing the scenery, Mateo who was following White couldn’t help but ask, “What is the meaning of this?”

The guard, annoyed at the question, rolled his eyes, and retorted, “Don’t you tire of all the pointless chatter? If I say stay, you stay. Where do all these questions come from?”

“You!” Suppressing an urge to rage, Mateo said, “We came here for the annual Mitchell family meeting. What’s the meaning of shuffling us off here? Shouldn’t you provide an explanation?”

An explanation?

The guard responded coldly, “You’re as good as dead, and you want an explanation?”

Dead!?

This…

Mateo was taken aback. Before he could understand the situation, several formidable figures appeared in front of White and him, emblazoned with icy disregard.