Salute To The General

Chapter 1537 None Of Your Business

Airport, Brimmopolis.

Nathan, Colin, Ava, the Elite Eight and Ava's family were just disembarking from the newly landed plane when a group of men in black wearing official work badges appeared.

Their leader was wearing a pair of dark glasses that did nothing to mask the domineering air of absolute authority he carried.

He was the boss of the Brimmopolis Police Department, a nasty piece of work by the name of Rohan Glover.

"Hello there, General!"

Rohan strode over in Nathan's direction with a couple of his lackeys, lazily extending a hand in greeting.

Nathan was in no hurry to shake Rohan's hand, preferring to first observe him with a morbid sense of interest.

He was well-aware of Rohan's background and how he had been promoted to his current position thanks to Boris Tucker.

Boris was Rohan's mentor, but it was a well-known fact that the two of them were as close as father and son.

Nathan had been at odds with Boris lately, a fact that Rohan had to be well-aware of.

Nathan and

all the attention, Chief Glover. I appreciate you coming personally, certainly, but you've brought

eyes turned slightly forced behind his easy

up the undertones in Nathan's polite voice.

experienced player. The slight awkwardness in

suggested serious business. "General, my men and I are indeed here to welcome you, but we

allowed himself a quiet chuckle.

Ava, who was standing demurely beside Nathan. "Your companion, Miss Ava Quinn, is a suspect in the murder of Boris Tucker's son, that is

face. "And so I came with my men personally to request that

Ava's expression was complicated.

For one reason or another, he had purposefully kept Nathan's true identity from her and even tried to have her

the Dark Temple, thinking that she would never be able to return to her country

in a fit of rage. At that time, she was truly beyond caring. Worry was something that she had long since crushed beneath her heel

a thousand years had she thought that the General would come for her, or that he would pardon

But alas, her murder of Spencer Tucker had caught up

was a man of

way he would let his son die

now, Rohan Glover was already

schooled her complicated expression carefully.

The corner of his mouth even rose to his trademark little smile, except this