Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1569

Nathan is both the General of the North and God of War!

Alma was close to tears.

She finally understood why Nathan was unbothered by her sarcastic comments.

It was because Nathan was too influential and couldn't be bothered to stoop to her level.

I can't believe I called him a poor chap!I was telling him I earn over a million annually. But, Nathan spent ten million in one go just to celebrate his wife's birthday.

Right then, Chauncey told her. “Mr. Cross is an influential and powerful man. His wife, Penny Smith, is the chairperson and president of Cross Group. They are estimated to have a net worth

of billions.”

“As it's her birthday banquet tomorrow, you need to make sure nothing goes wrong. Make sure Mr. Cross and Ms. Smith are satisfied with our arrangements. If anything goes wrong, you'll be held responsible,” he reminded her.

At his words, Alma shuddered violently.

What?Nathan's wife is Penny Smith, known as the Business Goddess worth hundreds of billions?

Alma's complexion was ashen by the unexpected news.

Penny completely outshined her, be it in terms of appearance, figure, wealth, and professional capability.

I can't believe I thought Nathan would regret not choosing me.

Biting her lip, she asked, “Boss, can someone else organize Ms. Smith's birthday banquet tomorrow? I'm not feeling well, so I might mess things up.”

“No!” Chauncey replied icily. “You got lucky as Mr. Cross didn't get mad at you for offending him earlier.”

“So, you need to make sure Mr. Cross and Ms. Smith are satisfied with our service here. You must be at their beck and call. If Mr. Cross is dissatisfied, getting fired will be the least of your worries."

An elegantly dressed young lady alighted from her black Lincoln with a poodle in her arms.

She was Phoebe, from the Davier family in Brimmopolis.

The other wealthy young men and their lackeys came down from their respective cars.

There were two prominent young men among the guests—Donnie Waters and Marshal Herrington.

As Chauncey was from Brimmopolis himself, he was truly stunned to see them here.

He immediately welcomed them warmly. “Oh, my. Ms. Davier, Mr. Waters, Mr. Herrington.

Welcome, welcome. What an honor!”