Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1811

Maverick felt like dying.

If he knew that he was the General of the North, he would've never behaved this arrogantly.

He forced an ugly smile and pleaded, “General, Mrs. Cross, have mercy...”

Nathan spoke coldly, “Go and disappear from my sight. You don't need to participate in this conference anymore. People like you have no right to be a candidate.”

When he heard this, he thanked him as if he was amnestied.

Quent had mixed feelings about it. When he saw Nathan pardoning his cousin, he steeled himself to bid adieu with Nathan and left the hotel with

Maverick and his men.

When they got into the Audi, Quent looked at Maverick.

Maverick was drooping his head defeatedly with his swollen cheeks and bloodstained mouth.

Quent handed him a handkerchief and said indifferently, “Are you angry about this?”

Maverick took it and smiled bitterly. “So what if I am? He's the General of the North! The Douglas family has no right to go against him, so I might as well give up on avenging myself.”

Quent smiled and said, “That may not be true! Clifford hates him deeply for killing his son and daughter. Just you wait: When Clifford becomes the president next month, Nathan's good days will be over.”

Maverick beamed. “Thanks, Quent!”

After Quent had taken Maverick to the hospital to treat his injury and had given him an invitation to Ceaser's birthday party, he left. Shortly after, Maverick had carefully prepared an expensive gift.

When the lights had lit up at nightfall, he took a few bodyguards and enthusiastically went to Sunshine Club to attend Ceaser's birthday party.

As soon as he arrived at the club's entrance, he saw a man in an Armani suit along with a group of men arguing with the security guard.

The man wearing Armani was furious. "I'm Adrian York, an influential figure in the West. Why am I looked down upon and denied entry when I came to Brimmopolis for Mr. Goldstein's birthday party?”

The security guard responded in a deep voice, “Sorry, we only accept those with an invitation. We don't care who you are, and we won't let you in without one.”