Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 552

Nathan replied calmly, "In a family that wealthy, the most common way to merge resources is to get married, so our marriages are usually arranged."

"I was only a teenager then, but the family arranged a marriage for me, and I was to marry Denise Jackson."

"However, I later got kicked out of the house and lost my status as heir; the Jacksons renounced the engagement immediately after."

Penny instinctively said, "The Jacksons are such snobs."

Nathan, however, remarked with delight, "I actually see that as a fortunate thing. If they hadn't canceled the engagement, I would not have met you, my wonderful wife."

Penny's fair face turned red, and that redness spread all the way down to her neck.

She was both happy and shy.

The Griffins of the East.

Over ten members of the family sat by the long conference table.

Men, women, the elderly, youngsters... Everyone wore beautiful and luxurious clothes as they dined.

The one who sat at the head of the table was a young man who looked like he was in his thirties.

The man was well-built and was wearing a tailormade black tuxedo. He had thick eyebrows and naturally exuded a powerful aura that made his enemy tremble.

He was the head of the Griffins, Damon Griffin.

The woman sitting next to him was his wife, Denise Jackson.

Damon cut his steak as he announced calmly, "Our family wants to extend our power to the South and we had planned to do that by having the Jacksons marry the Smiths. The idea was that we would then find opportunities to control the Smiths and use them as a stepping stone to extend our influence in the South. I didn't expect the Smiths to disregard us Griffins. In addition to rejecting our request to merge via marriage, they also injured the Jacksons.”

When Damon reached that part of the announcement, he looked up and asked, "What are your thoughts on this matter?”

The Griffins started cussing.

"How dare the Smiths disregard the Griffins?"

"Who the hell do they think they are?"

Damon continued calmly, "The Griffins will not sway. We are determined to expand to the South. However, we must now destroy the Smiths. After all, how can we dominate the South if we can't even deal with a family as puny as the Smiths?”

The rest of the Griffins were in agreement with Damon's words.

Damon narrowed his eyes and asked, "Well then. Since the Jacksons could not handle the Smiths, who here is willing to travel to the South?"

The elderly men were the Griffins' prized possessions—the renowned Dual-Bladed Killers.

Four of the Smiths' security guards came up to the visitors.

One security guard, Lewis Hal I iwel I, stared suspiciously at Nick and the others. Lewis shouted, "Who are you? Our employer has said that he will not be receiving any guests for the time being. Please leave if this is not urgent."

Nick's lips curved up slightly when he heard that, and he had an evil glint in his eye.

Of the Dual-Bladed Killers, the man in black robe stared coolly at Lewis. Soon after, he attacked.

The man in black robe lifted his hand and flicked his finger.

Thump! The air punctured Lewis' skull and left a hole right through his head. Crimson blood oozed.

Lewis never even had a chance to beg for mercy. He swayed before falling with his eyes wide open.

The three other security guards who worked for the Smiths were in shock. Their irises dilated; they were scared.

Nick stared at the three security guards and grinned before asking, "Now then. Are the Smiths still turning guests away?"