"I... I..." Mr. Scott's weathered old face, unusually, began to flush slightly.
He had always been known for his thick-skinned nature, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to navigate various factions so effortlessly for decades.
But now, Richard Coldwell's voice had not softened in the slightest, let alone his demeanor.
In front of everyone, coldly and clearly, he straightforwardly declared.
He, Mr. Coldwell, did not acknowledge such a person.
Such embarrassment, even Christopher Scott found it hard to handle.
"Little Coldwell... no, Mr. Coldwell... I am Christopher Scott, I was also a subordinate of the Marshal in the past, and I have held you when you were a child."
Mr. Scott felt the gaze of the surrounding people converging more and more, and he had to reluctantly muster his spirits to remind Richard Coldwell.
Seeing Richard Coldwell's thin lips tightly pursed.
