Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1727

After Paisley finished cooking, they sat down with Nathan for dinner.

Garrett opened a bottle of wine from his collection and drank with Nathan.

They enjoyed each other's company due to their like-mindedness.

As they chatted, they slowly got to the topic of current affairs.

Garrett asked, “General—”

Nathan interrupted with a smile, “Mr. Woods, since we hit it off so well, let's not stand on ceremony; we should change our form of address.”

Garrett had the same intention so he immediately agreed. “Sure. I shall call you by your first name, Nathan, then.”

“I'll call you Garrett,” Nathan replied with a smile.

Chuckling, Garrett toasted Nathan and then asked, “Nathan, now that the President is about to stand down, what do you think about it?”

“Mr. Windsor just talked to me today and said that my promotion to the Cabinet has failed,” Nathan replied calmly, “In addition, he said that Clifford is still the frontrunner for the next presidency. Mr. Windsor plans to support Zion so that the latter can compete with Clifford.”

Garrett nodded. “The President's candidate is good. Zion is experienced and prudent.”

Nathan glanced at Garrett. “Is this really what you think, Garrett?”

Seeing that there were only Nathan and his family around and the Captain of National Guards was outside, Garrett replied, lowering his voice slightly, “Zion is experienced and prudent, but he's conservative and lacks boldness.

Moreover, there has never been a precedent for people from the same faction to be President for two consecutive terms. I'm afraid the chance is slim for Zion to win the presidential race.”

“Yes, I share the same opinion as you,” Nathan agreed calmly.

“Since you also think that Zion can't compete with Clifford, why don't you talk the President out of it?” Garrett could not help but ask.

Nathan gave him a wry smile. “Mr. Windsor has made up his mind, so there's no way I could change it. He won't give up before he tries.”

What Nathan said shocked Garrett to the core.

He could not believe what he had heard. “Are you talking about me, Nathan?” “Yes, I am,” Nathan affirmed.

Garrett hurriedly waved his hands. “No way, Nathan, you must be joking. I know full well that I'm not that competent. I can't even compete with Zion, let alone Clifford. Everyone in the cabinet stands a chance, but that definitely doesn't include me.”

Nathan picked up the wine glass and asked with a smile, “Why, Garrett? Do you think you're less able than they are?”

“Not really,” Garrett replied with a wry smile. “In terms of ability, I'm not inferior to them, and sometimes I even look down on them. Although they're members of the cabinet, they only managed to join the cabinet because of their backgrounds and the support of their sects. I was born in a grass-root family. I started out as a small-time village chief in Horington and have since seen society from the bottom to the creme de la creme, so I have a good grasp on how things are at each level. In terms of ability, I don't

think I'll lose to them.”

“Since you also think you're no worse than they are, why do you have no confidence in yourself?” Nathan asked.

Garrett said with a bitter smile, “Oh, Nathan, are you really confused, or you just pretend you don't know? I don't have a say in whether I can be president; I need support from others.”