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.

someone under the Boris Tucker's banner, Rohan would not come all this way just to welcome Nathan and his allies back to Brimmopolis. He almost certainly had an ulterior motive that Nathan

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

slightly forced

all too easy to pick up the undertones in Nathan's polite

could play at the game and Rohan was nothing but an experienced player. The slight awkwardness in his eyes vanished just

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

allowed himself a quiet chuckle. "Please, enlighten

who was standing demurely beside Nathan. "Your companion, Miss Ava Quinn,

returning to the country today." Rohan's intent eyes never left Ava's face. "And so I

Ava's expression was complicated.

purposefully kept Nathan's true identity from her and even tried to have her silenced after doing

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

had turned on Spencer Tucker instead, killing him in a fit of rage. At that time, she was truly beyond caring. Worry

years had she thought that the General would come for her, or that he would pardon her and allow her to return to serve in the North

be true. But alas, her murder of Spencer Tucker had

a man

he would let his son

Rohan Glover was already here to apprehend

schooled her complicated expression

his mouth even rose to his trademark little smile, except