Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 888

Clarence and Lincoln were so furious they were about to explode!

They turned their attention on Johann and cried out, "Mr. Mayor, he—"

"I think that Mr. Cross was right in his actions. If you two are unable to discipline your sons, we can do it for you. What say you, gentlemen?” Johann interrupted calmly.

The fathers hurriedly assured, "No need! We can manage ourselves."

The mayor ordered curtly, "Then compensate the restaurant for their losses and get lost. Bring your sons with you.

There had better not be a next time, or you won't be so lucky!"

"Yes, yes! Of course!"

Paying the restaurant for the damages incurred, the two men fled the scene as fast as they could with their sons.

All that remained was Edmund.

He had gotten increasingly pale given the events he had just witnessed. In fact, he was now as white as a sheet.

He had brought his two friends and a bunch of men with him to teach Nathan a lesson. Not only did that fail to happen, but his friends even had their legs broken and were whisked away by their fathers like two disobedient children.

He shuddered to imagine what would happen to him.

Right then, a convoy of eight Maybachs led by a Lincoln limousine came to a stop at the entrance of the restaurant.

A man in a black suit stepped out of the limousine. It was Fletcher Harvey.

Behind him, more than a dozen men in suits got out of the Maybachs.

Fletcher swept a glance around, noting the alarming number of SWAT members stationed everywhere. Ignoring them, he strode into the restaurant with his men close behind.

As if he had seen his savior, Edmund called out in a quavering voice, "Dad!"

In response, Fletcher raised his hand and gave his son a resounding slap across the cheeks. He chided, "Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?"

His son bowed his head, not daring to speak.

Inwardly fuming, his tone was eerily placid when he said, "Nathan Cross, are you sure you want my son to do that? What goes around comes around. Burn your bridges now and you won't have a way to cross the river in the future."

Curling his lips in a smirk, Nathan answered, "Just do it and stop wasting my time!"

Fletcher gritted his teeth and instructed his son, "Edmund, kneel down and apologize to him."

"Dad?" Edmund questioned hoarsely.

"Kneel!"

Left without a choice, Edmund fell to his knees before Nathan. Bowing his head, he muttered, "Sorry."

"I accept your apology. The Harveys had better be more mindful in the future,” Nathan said with a smile.

Fletcher's expression was blank as he watched Nathan. "Brat, this isn't over between us."

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