A Father And His Wolves
Chapter 83 A Declaration of war! Sean’s Gift

Outside the villa of the Taylor Family.

Thirty bodyguards quickly assembled and stood by, eight gray vans parked nearby, ready to go.

With the accumulated deposits of the Taylor Family over the years, it was naturally impossible for them to have only such a small number of staff, but most of the bodyguards were arranged in the company to take charge of the group's security work.

These were just the bodyguards guarding the villa.

They didn't have time to call in the bodyguards from the office.

And it was not just about the Taylor family. Morton Miller and Connor Scott had called home and would also send someone to Peace Cemetery in the western suburbs of Hilshire.

When three families met, there must be over a hundred!

With Reid sent by the Mason family of the capital city, it should be more than enough to handle Sean!

"Get in the car!"

Michael Taylor came out of the house with Morton Miller and Connor Scott and took a look at the guards outside. With a wave of Michael Taylor's hand and a command, 30 bodyguards turned around, opened the doors of the vans, and swarmed in.

Just then.

A young man came this way in a timid, shifty manner, not looking like a good man. A leather jacket was held tightly in his arms.

This is the man Leo sent to give Michael Taylor a "gift" at Sean's behest.

Wrapped in the leather jacket was, of course, Sean's "gift" to Michael Taylor, Caleb Taylor's severed hands.

What the hell?

He felt an indescribable shock at the sight of the situation at the gate of the villa. He was already scared to death to come to the Taylor Family to deliver hands. His legs trembled at the sight, and he felt the urge to urinate.

So...

Could they be after Mr. Mason?

While he was thinking and worried, a cold gaze suddenly fell on him. Someone from the Taylor family noticed his presence and snapped, "Fuck off! The road is closed today!"

That punk was scared and he said hurriedly, "I, I came to deliver something."

"What?"

The man of the Taylor family was stunned, "What was that?"

"It's this..."

Separated a dozen meters away, the gangster stopped and didn't dare go forward. He pulled the leather coat out of his arms, bent down on the concrete at his feet, and said, "This is a great gift from Mr. Masor to Mr. Taylor."

As soon as he said that, he stood up and ran away.

And he ran very fast!

It was as if the leather jacket contained a timed bomb that would blow him up if he was too slow.

Mr. Mason!

Mason!

Those present were now particularly sensitive to the word "Mason". Their strained nerves jerked when they heard the gangster's words and saw his abnormal reaction.

"Go and get it over here!"

Michael Taylor's pupils constricted, his stomach thumped, and he knew something was wrong.

"Yes."

Immediately someone from the Taylor Family ran over and picked up the leather jacket and brought it back.

Michael Taylor looked down and said, "Open it!"

"Mr. Taylor, it's..."

The man from the Taylor Family was hesitant. Through the leather jacket he felt the contents, and his heart grew dark. He was obviously on to something. He didn't know whether to open it in front of Morton Miller and Connor Scott.

"I told you to open it. Are you deaf?" Michael Taylor's eyes glowed with anger.

"Okay..."

He had no choice but to obey orders. Holding it in one hand, with the other he slowly undid the sleeves of the leather jacket that he had tied together, and then gently pushed it aside.

The next moment, a pair of bloody hands came into view!

"Well!"

They were, after all, the heads of three great families on the south side of the city. Although they were shocked, they did not scream and panic like most people.

Even so, Morton Miller and Connor Scott took a few steps back.

And Michael Taylor's face was filled with rage!

He recognized the hands of his son Caleb Taylor!

On his right thumb was a ring with Caleb Taylor's name on it, which he had given him as a present for his 18th birthday.

Now, Sean sent the ring back to Caleb Taylor, along with both of his hands, claiming it was a gift for him!

A gift?

No!

This was a provocation! A declaration of war!

Sean was telling him, loud and clear, that blood must be paid with blood!

And Caleb Taylor's blood was just a prelude!

It was just the beginning!

It was just interesting!

What Sean really wanted was the blood of Michael Taylor! Or, even his life! He wanted the Taylor family to die to make up for the death of Nicola and Jayden's family.

This was a blood feud!

Either you died or I died.

"Mr. Taylor, please don't be mad..."

With tears in his eyes and a trembling voice, the Taylor family member advised. His hands, which were holding Caleb Taylor's, were shaking violently.

"Sean Mason!"

Michael Taylor was so pissed off. He gritted his teeth, and through them came a cold voice, with an indescribable murderous intensity, "Today, I'm gonna take your fucking life!" "I'm gonna cut you to a pulp!"

His hate was at its limit!

Next to him, Morton Miller and Connor Scott looked at each other and saw a look of concern in each other's eyes. Sean chopped off Caleb Taylor's hands and sent them over to the Taylor Family. What about Grayson Miller and Hudson Scott?

Could they...

It was more likely to occur if you were afraid of something to happen. When the two of them were terrified, suddenly, a harsh cell phone rang. Under such a heavy and tight atmosphere, it seemed particularly sinister, like a call from the depths of hell.

It was Morton Miller's phone!

Morton Miller's body shook and he pulled out his phone. It was his housekeeper. And his face turned black.

"Could it really be..."

Looking at Caleb Taylor's broken hands, Morton Miller couldn't bear to think about it. He hesitated for a long time before taking a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and pressing the answer button. Immediately, the butler's anxious voice came on the phone, "Mr. Miller! We had a problem!"

"Just now someone brought a package, saying it was a present from Mr. Mason for you. We opened it and found a severed hand inside!"

"After identification, it should be..."

"It's Mr. Grayson Miller's hand!"

Morton Miller's body gave a jolt and he nearly fell over.

Connor Scott grabbed Morton Miller and said, "How's it going?"

"Tell our men to go to Peace Cemetery in the western suburbs right now!"

Morton Miller growled into his cell phone, then looked at Connor Scott and said through gritted teeth, "Hand! My son's hand! That son of a bitch, Sean Mason, cut off my son's hand and sent it to our house!" Hearing that, Connor Scott looked pale!

Three Golden Young Men. Now two of them had their hands cut off by Sean, and they were being sent back to the family to provoke. What about Hudson?

He must be in danger!

"A hand?"

Michael Taylor suddenly looked over his shoulder, frowning. "Are you sure you heard him right? One, not a pair?"

"What do you mean?"

Morton Miller asked angrily. According to Michael Taylor, wasn't it bad enough that Grayson Miller had his one hand cut off by Sean?

Michael Taylor said solemnly, "I just can't figure it out. My son went out with your son, and they got caught together. Why did that son of a bitch Sean chop off both my son's hands and only one of your son's?" "Why the fuck would you care about that at a time like this?"

Morton Miller glared at Michael Taylor and suddenly wanted to hit him. Then he pointed at Connor Scott and said, "You got a pair, I got one, and Connor didn't even get a hand!"

Michael Taylor then looked at Connor Scott.

His eyes were full of questions!

Sean's abduction of Caleb Taylor and Grayson Miller was a sure thing, but Hudson was different!

Hudson was transported out of Hilshire overnight by Connor Scott yesterday. Just now, Connor Scott suddenly revealed that Hudson never boarded the plane and had mysteriously disappeared. But that was Connor Scott's side of the story and they couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

What if Connor Scott was lying?

What if Hudson wasn't missing at all?

How could Sean even know where Grayson Miller and Caleb Taylor were? Was it possible that someone secretly contacted Sean and made shady deals with him?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt wrong!

A second thought incurred profound fear.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Connor Scott was not stupid, and he certainly knew what Michael Taylor and Morton Miller were suspecting. He said anxiously, "I swear, if I tell you half a lie, I'll go to hell!"

There was really no explanation for this.

But Connor Scott was really wronged.

Really wronged!

"When I finish with that son of a bitch Sean, I'm gonna get to the bottom of this! If anyone betrays us, I'll kill him myself!"

With that, Michael Taylor turned and got in the car.

"Me, too."

Morton Miller followed.

Connor Scott stood stunned for a long time. He felt so angry that he would have lost his temper if it had not been for his great enemy!

Connor Scott, however, was given a glimmer of hope. Was it possible that Sean wasn't responsible for the sudden disappearance of his wife and son?

But who else could it be but Sean?

With a sense of doubt, Connor Scott got in his car and followed the procession to Peace Cemetery in Hilshire's western suburbs.

Yes or no, when he saw Sean in Peace Cemetery, the truth would come out...

At that time!

In the CEO's office of the Moore Group.

Cecilia was sitting in a swivel chair behind a desk, all alone in the large office. When she looked at what was before her, even though it had been hours, her excitement was still lingering, and she had a kind of illusion like a dream.

Lilith Carter told her it was the Campbell Family of the Crane Town that bought the Moore Group. Her appointment to succeed Carter Moore as president of the Moore Group was also arranged by the Campbel Family of Crane Town.

However, she did not tell her why the Campbell family of Crane Town did this.

She had nothing to do with the Campbell family of Crane Town!

She didn't know any of the Campbell family.

Lilith Carter said she didn't know, and she was just doing what she was told.

After a busy afternoon, the Moore Group was back up and running. But Cecilia's doubts grew. She felt vaguely uneasy.

She had already taken over the Moore Group, so why would she still be upset?

Was it some kind of bad omen?

"Miss Moore."

When Cecilia was anxious, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Lilith Carter walked in and said with a smile, "There's someone out there waiting for you. Some women. They were driving a Mulsanne and they said your husband, Mr. Mason, sent them here.

"What?"

Cecilia was stunned. Women? And several of them? Mulsanne? Sean's Mulsanne?

Was something bad coming?☐☐☐