Salute To The General

Chapter 1811
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Chapter 1811

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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."

Upon hearing this, Maverick became

excited, "So Nathan's not as

inviolable as I thought! He's about to be doomed, then. Quent, since you're Clifford's trusty assistant and I've admired him for so long, can you find an opportunity and introduce me to him?" Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Quent responded indifferently, "Do you know who he is? He's currently the Cab secretary and will be the future president. Do you think you are qualified to know such a high-rank and experienced person?"

Maverick turned red when he heard that.

Although he knew that he was not qualified, Quent's bluntness still embarrassed him.

Quent glanced at him and stated

calmly, "Don't even think about getting to know Clifford. You have no right. Actually, there's no need for it since there are too many outstanding people around him. It will be hard for you to stand out and gain his attention. However, if you truly want to build connections with the Davier family, I can show you how." Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Maverick was overjoyed after hearing this and urged, "Quent, what is it?"

???

Quent replied, "Clifford's son and daughter are dead, but he has an ex-wife called Gillian, and Ceaser is their son, Today happens to be Ceaser's birthday, so you can bring a gift and attend his birthday party under my name. Think about: if you're friends with him, aren't you indirectly connected to Clifford as well?" Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

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."

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