Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1593

Back in Brimmopolis, Clifford Davier stood inside his study as he observed the dark and ominous sky outside his window.

He had unknowingly dressed in a deep, slate grey that seemed to reflect the looming weather that he saw approaching the area.

“A storm is brewing,” he muttered to himself with furrowed brows.

His nephew and the captain of his guard, Kyran, stood behind him and whispered, “Sir, Ms. Davier's flight has been intercepted by Nathan's forces.”

“The aircraft just made an emergency landing in Alberesque of the South.”

Upon hearing this, Clifford's expression changed

slightly.

Kyran lowered his voice again. “I think her behavior and that of Santiago have angered Nathan.”

“Nathan has already killed Santiago. If Ms.

Davier falls into his hands, the consequences would be disastrous.”

“Sir, you are still highly regarded. Why don't you contact Nathan yourself? I think he might consider your request on those grounds.”

Upon hearing this, Clifford maintained his impassive expression.

Kyran realized that Clifford held onto his identity and his pride with steadfast commitment. Therefore, he would not have so openly interceded on his daughter's behalf.

As a member of the Great Cabinet, if he were to make such an audacious request, how would he be able to keep his head up in public?

They both stood in silence before Clifford chose to respond.

Slowly, he said, “If my memory still serves, the commander-in-chief of that region is Vadim Normandy, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to tell Vadim that he is to keep her alive. No matter the cost. This is an order.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Meanwhile, Phoebe's aircraft and the two fighter jets from the Channing base had made a successful landing in the Alberesque airport.

The moment Phoebe and her party disembarked, they were picked up by a group of soldiers.

“Mr. Davier has been nothing short of a benefactor to me. In fact, I regard him as I would my own father.” “Therefore, your predicament will be mine too. I will do my best and ensure that no harm comes to you.

“Mr. Normandy, please arrange for me to return to Brimmopolis. Nathan can't touch me there!”

Vadim shook his head. “I'm afraid that won't be possible. As far as I know, he's on his way here as we speak.”

“Alberesque is only three hundred kilometers away from Channing. He'll be here within an hour.”

“Moreover, Nathan Cross is on very friendly terms with Hailey Reagan, who is currently in charge of the Secret Service. The area would be crawling with agents by now. If you are going to run, you're never going to make it out of here.”

Phoebe's eyes widened in panic. “But what am I going to do? I'm a sitting duck right now. I can't possibly just sit around and wait here for my own death, right?”

Vadim smiled. “Of course not. You won't be without protection. You have me.”

“When the time comes, just push all the blame on Santiago. Claim that you were being manipulated, and plead for your innocence.”

“I will also intercede on your behalf by using Mr. Davier's identity. By using both hard and soft tactics, I think Nathan can only give up on holding you accountable, at best.”

Phoebe felt a little relieved after hearing this. “Then, my life is in your hands, Mr. Normandy.”