Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1136

When the Lindberg Matriarch and Hugh heard the chatter of the people around them, they couldn't help but put on a haughty expression.

In fact, Peter purposely waved their stack of gold-embossed invitation cards around once in a while to show off.

"Wow! They really do have a lot of invitation cards!"

"What's going on? Aren't the Lindbergs just a third-rate family in Brimmopolis? How could they have received more invitation cards than us Lockharts?"

"My God! There must be someone exceptional within the Lindberg family that caused the First Lady to be so impressed with them!"

Meanwhile, the Matriarch was filled with glee as she reveled in the envious glances the Brimmopolis high society was showering on her.

Just as she was leading her entourage into the hotel, a group of black SUVs arrived.

At that moment, the Lindbergs were shocked to see Nathan alight from the SUV with Queenie in his arms, followed by Colin and the Elite Eight.

When Peter saw Nathan, he yelled out of immense curiosity, "Nathan, what are you doing here?"

Meanwhile, the Matriarch and the other Lindbergs looked at Nathan with scorn.

They were all guessing Nathan's reason for being there.

They couldn't believe that he was invited to attend the First Lady's birthday dinner.

Therefore, the only logical explanation to them was that he was gate-crashing.

Is that idiot going to take selfies outside the hotel and show it off to his friends?

With that thought in mind, the Lindbergs glared at Nathan in a condescending manner.

When Nathan ran into them, he sneered,

"I'm here to attend Aunt Camilla's birthday dinner!”

Without care, Nathan remarked, "It's all the same whether we have one or not."

From Nathan's perspective, the invitation card wasn't important. Aunt Camilla had sent someone to deliver the invitation verbally and persuaded him to attend. Therefore, there was no reason she wouldn't welcome him.

It's the same whether he has an invitation

card or not?

When the Lindbergs heard Nathan, they couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Peter scoffed, "Haha! Nathan, you're a real joker!"

"Tonight is Madam Quinn's fiftieth birthday dinner. Rumor has it that the General of the North would also be making an appearance. Many of Brimmopolis' elite couldn't even get an invitation and attend this grand event. Yet you dare to say not having an invitation card didn't matter? Who do you think you are? The General of the North? Hahaha!"

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