Salute To The General

Chapter 1753

Nathan's words did not only cause Leaser's face to blanch with horror, even Penny, Ava and the rest were stunned.

Isn't this ordinary-looking bodyguard a little too stubborn for his own good?Ceaser is from the Goldstein family of Brimmopolis. What's more, his father is Clifford Davier who's currently running for president!

Everyone present believed that Nathan had already gotten himself into trouble by injuring Leaser. Hence, all of them were inarticulate with shock when they realized that he was in fact planning to kill Leaser.

As Leaser glanced at Nathan's cold and indifferent eyes, a chill ran down his spine.

He had a strong feeling that the man standing before him might really have the guts to kill him.

Putting up a tough front, he shouted, "Hey man, do you know who I am? My father is Clifford Davier and my mother is Gillian Goldstein.” “Do you know that your idiotic behavior will be what causes not just you, but everyone close to you, to suffer a fate worse than death?” “If you kill me, I can guarantee that everyone here will die tonight! My parents will never spare any of you!

Everyone's faces drained of color upon hearing that

Ceaser wasn't merely throwing empty threats. Clifford and the Goldstein family indeed had the power to eliminate everyone here. Many of those present were here to attend the wedding banquet as guests

common folks and never expected to

losing their lives, pandemonium broke loose in

would kill Leaser and implicate everyone else.

side and said anxiously, "Penny, Leaser Goldstein isn't just from the Goldstein family, he's also Clifford Davier's son. Tell your bodyguard not to do anything reckless or hundreds of people here will

finally

to stand down. Killing Ceaser Goldstein will lead to disastrous consequences. Teaching him a little lesson is

the hands of Nathan. Clifford was currently running to be the next President. If he succeeded, getting revenge on Nathan would definitely be on his to-do

the order.

Nathan grinned. "Very well!”

was sprawled on the ground-and said, “I'l give you 0) choices. Either I kill you, or you sincerely

was rather frightened

was afraid of laying a hand on him; ordeting Nathan

none of the people here,

stretched across his face “There's no such thing as” ‘apologize’ in my vocabulary. Who do you all think you are to ask me to apologize

into a sneer and growled