Chapter 908

"Mr. Maximillian, of course your words carry weight," Wilson quickly responded with respect. He then looked at Apollo with a cold gaze. Apollo felt a chill run down his spine as he hastily untied Wesley's bindings. He was astonished by just how humble Wilson could be in the face of Theodore. "Wesley, it's been a while." Theodore gestured for Wesley to take a seat and personally poured him a cup of tea. "Don't be nervous. I brought you here only to ask you a few questions." Wesley didn't reach for the teacup. His face turned ashen, and he looked visibly uncomfortable—guilty, even. Everyone in the room was perceptive. Wesley's unease didn't go unnoticed. Yvette's gaze was cold and piercing. As she suspected, there was more to the deaths of Theodore's family than they had originally been told. "Mr. Maximillian, what is it you wish to ask me?" Wesley took a deep breath, trying to maintain a calm facade. Theodore fixed his gaze on Wesley and asked, "My wife and daughter's deaths all