Female Novel
Chapter 1797
After taking a sip of water, Ronald continued saying, "Dorodo developed quickly, but because of the
rapid development, the economy is deformed. More than 50% of Dorodo's wealth is concentrated in
wealthy families
and businessmen..."
"Improving the lives of the poor and ordinary folks is to go against these rich businessmen and
influential families. Of course, the Townsend family is also wealthy," Ronald said sarcastically.
Suddenly seeing that his daughter's expression was not quite right, he quickly added, "Of course, I
agree with Commander Lennon. How could Ibe a Dorodo resident and not care about Dorodo's
development? No matter what Commander Lennon decides, I'm firmly on his side!"
Lillian's face instantly lit up after hearing Ronald say this.
She was afraid that her father would also stand against Commander Lennon. In that case, she would
be caught in the middle and not know what to do.
"Dad, I didn't know you were this open-minded," Lillian praised.novelbin
"Not really..." Ronald smiled bitterly. "The Townsend family is only wealthy but not influential. We have
money, but we're not powerful. Those noble families can fight against Commander Lennon, but we
can't. If Commander Lennon is upset, he could destroy the Townsend family with one word... I've said
too much. I shouldn't have told you this."
Ronald emptied his cup of water and stood up.
"Lill, let's go to the army camp. It's been a long time since we've seen Commander Lennon. We can
catch up with him and find out what he's up to."
As he spoke, Lillian's second mother stood in the doorway. However, she did not barge in like Lillian.
She knocked on the open door to catch Ronald's attention before walking in with a smile.
She held a brown envelope in her hand.
"Darling, someone from the army camp just came and said you have a letter from Commander
Zander."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Ronald quickly took the letter from Mila's hand and opened it.
The envelope contained not a letter but an invitation. Although it was nominally an invitation, it was
written on paper, and the words on the paper appeared to be a little sloppy.
One could tell at a glance that the writer was not focused when he wrote it.
[The city defense army's main camp will hold a charity fundraising gala at 8 pm. two days from now.
Please attend, Mr. Townsend. You can abstain if you have something to do. You can bring at most one
guest with you.]
"It's a charity fundraising gala. I'm afraid this is the first step in Mr. Lennon's efforts to address the
slum's issue," Ronald said as he handed Lillian the invitation.
Lillian held the crudely made invitation, looked at it for a moment, and smiled.
Other people's invitations were normally exquisite, and some even paid a lot of money to print
invitations when holding a ball or a banquet. After all, the invitations represented the host to some
extent.
However, Commander Lennon used rough paper as an invitation. It was so shabby.
The only thing special about the invitation was Commander Lennon's commander-in-chiefwriting. Even
the words on it were now his.
"Dad, shall we go together then?" Lillian asked eagerly.