Salute To The General

Chapter 1136 Who Do You Think You Are

When the Lindberg Matriarch and Hugh heard the chatter of the people around them, they couldn't help but put on a haughty expression.

In fact, Peter purposely waved their stack of gold-embossed invitation cards around once in a while to show off.

"Wow! They really do have a lot of invitation cards!"

"What's going on? Aren't the Lindbergs just a third-rate family in Brimmopolis? How could they have received more invitation cards than us Lockharts?"

"My God! There must be someone exceptional within the Lindberg family that caused the First Lady to be so impressed with them!"

Meanwhile, the Matriarch was filled with glee as she reveled in the envious glances the Brimmopolis high society was showering on her.

Just as she was leading her entourage into the hotel, a group of black SUVs arrived.

At that moment, the Lindbergs were shocked to see Nathan alight from the SUV with Queenie in his arms, followed by Colin and the Elite Eight.

When Peter saw Nathan, he yelled out of immense curiosity, "Nathan, what are you doing here?"

the other Lindbergs looked at

all guessing Nathan's

that he was invited to attend the First Lady's birthday

only logical explanation to

the

that thought in mind, the Lindbergs glared at

into them,

attend

Aunt Camilla?

Birthday dinner?

Lindbergs exchanged glances before they all broke into

couldn't help but mock, "I've seen many thick-skinned men before, but none as shameless as you are. Madam Quinn is the President's wife and also the

with contempt for Nathan. "When this guy didn't want to change his surname and join us, I thought it was because he had principles. But now, it's clear that he just wants to fawn over someone with a

to aim so high? He actually thinks that Madam Quinn is within his reach,"

the First Lady. I don't think he even has an invitation card for

said you're here

turned to Colin,