Female Novel
Chapter 572 Leaves Without A Word
Beneath the blistering sun, at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Hector was kneeling on the boiling hot concrete ground, trembling and sweating profusely.
He had been kneeling at the entrance of the cafeteria for a full hour ever since he regained
consciousness.
His legs were already numb from kneeling, and his knees were bleeding, the blood staining his pants a
crimson red.
However, despite the extreme torture, he didn't dare to get up.
He had spread rumors and slandered the general. This offense alone was enough for Major-General
Wilson to put ten bullets into him.
Thus, he could only kneel at the entrance of the cafeteria to wait for Nathan and Franklin to come out
after eating, then beg Nathan to spare his life.
Just when Hector felt like he couldn't take it any longer and was going to faint, Nathan and Franklin
finally came out of the cafeteria with a few national guards trailing behind.
When Franklin saw Hector, he gave a cold snort. "It seems like you've finally learned your lesson, huh?
Where did all that righteousness and confidence go?"
The sight of the two generals instantly revitalized Hector as he saw this as a chance to escape death.
He repeatedly kowtowed before Nathan, and spoke in a croaky voice, "General, I was blind and foolish
for challenging your authority. Please, forgive me just this once!"
"Was it the Griffins and the Jacksons who sent you here?" Nathan asked indifferently.
Hector shook his head and truthfully said, "No. The Griffins and Jacksons are quite influential in the
East, but not so much that we're willing to do them favors. It was the
Lunds who asked me to come."
Nathan was quick to understand the situation.
It turned out that it was the president of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce, Todd Lund, who wanted to
get Damon and Denise out, and he was planning to take control of the South.
Franklin snorted. "What's so great about the Lunds that they dare to come and cause trouble in the
South? And you've even become their accomplice in this?"
"Mr. Wilson, what I did was wrong. If I knew that the South was where the General had settled down
with the Smiths, I would never have dared to meddle." Hector cried out with desperation.
Franklin turned toward Nathan and said, "Sir, how should I deal with this punk? Should I throw him to
the military prison in the North?”
Nathan knew that Franklin was on friendly terms with the Hectors, and he really didn't feel like making
a big deal out of it. So, he casually said, "For your sake, I'll spare him this one time, but he mustn't
reveal my identity."
Franklin met Hector's eyes and shouted, "Aren't you going to thank the General?"
Hector felt as though he had been pardoned from a death sentence. He put his head to the ground
again and again as he repeated, "Thank you, General! Thank you, General!"
Franklin's tone was ice-cold when he said, "You better listen closely to what I say. If you dare to exposenovelbin
the General's identity, it'll be the end for you."
"I won't say a thing! Never!" Hector exclaimed with terror gripping him.
"Get lost!" Franklin grunted.
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