Salute To The General

Chapter 689 The Wife Of Jared Ocean

Agas station in Channing.

Nathan Cross was driving in his red car, waiting for his turn to fuel up some gas.

It was a weekend and there were many cars at the station. Nathan Cross had been waiting for over ten minutes. Sitting in the car were also Penny Smith, Benson Smith, Leah Smith, and Queenie Smith.

Queenie Smith was feeling slightly anxious and asked, "Papa, is it our turn yet? We have been waiting for so long."

"My teacher had told us that all parents must arrive at the school by nine in the morning to attend the Parents Teacher Meeting. | hope that we won't be late."

Queenie Smith had been doing well in her kindergarten, getting praises and tokens from her teacher. She was never late to class and had never once left the class early. She had set a good example to the other kids in her class.

Her teacher had been reminding all the parents to be punctual for the meeting, and Queenie Smith was worried that Nathan Cross was going to be late for such an important event.

Nathan Cross looked at his watch and looked at the car ahead of him. The car was already filling up its gas. So, Nathan Cross looked at her and gave her a loving smile, "Don't worry my dear, it will be our turn next. | promise you that we will not be late for the meeting, ok?"

"Ok, papa!" After the car in

before he could do so, a lavish Maserati worth millions appeared out of the blue, speeding like a bullet towards the gas station. It overtook all the cars that were waiting

forward.

and Penny Smith could not help but frown too. She commented, "Who is this person? How could she cut into our lane

a bitter smile on her face and chided, "Ma’‘am, it's the weekend today and everyone is queueing up, waiting for their turn

woman, adorned in jewelry with her

with much despise, then rummaged through her handbag, taking out one thousand. She then threw the money out of the window and spoke coldly, "Queue up? You

please do not knock on my window again. Open your eyes wide and look carefully... This is an imported Maserati, you won't be able to pay for the window if it were to be

again helplessly. She wanted to ask Susan Ocean to drive out from the station and queue

approached her car, looked at Susan Ocean coldly and questioned, “Everyone is queueing up, why can't you do

Pouting with sheer sarcasm, she pronounced, "Don't talk to

his mouth and walked back

with the rest of the cars around them thought

to buckle up and hold on to Queenie tight. Then, he started the engine and floored the