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?"

and the other Lindbergs looked at Nathan

were all guessing Nathan's reason for being

was invited to attend the First Lady's birthday

explanation to them was that he

take selfies outside the hotel and show it

Lindbergs glared at Nathan in a condescending

into

to attend Aunt

Aunt Camilla?

Birthday dinner?

before they all broke

none as shameless as you are. Madam Quinn is the President's wife and also the nation's First Lady! How dare you call her Aunt Camilla! Even if you want to ingratiate yourself to her,

who was wheelchair-bound, was filled 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

so high? He actually thinks that Madam Quinn

"Hugh, let's not go as far as to talk about the First Lady. I don't think he

Matriarch asked out of curiosity, "Nathan, you said you're here for the First Lady's birthday dinner. Do you have an invitation card?"

to hear such a question, he turned to Colin, "Do we