Salute To The General

The next morning, when Nathan and Penny had just freshened up after rising from bed, Colin rushed into the room and reported, "Mr. Cross, Byron, Max, and Mueller are here." Nathan was shocked. "Bryon too?"

"Yes, sir."

The pair exited their room and saw a group of Ariarican politicians with Bryon in the lead.

A bright smile appeared on Bryon's face the second he saw Nathan. The man approached Nathan enthusiastically and shook hands with the latter as he smiled. "Mr. Cross, I'm terribly sorry I couldn't keep you company during your trip to Newcove yesterday. I had to deal with some urgent matters. I couldn't even sleep well yesterday as I felt bad for not being hospitable enough. You're my honored guest, and I should've personally received you. That's why I flew all the way here early in the morning. I also brought with me some skillful chefs so they could make some scrumptious breakfast for us. Let's enjoy breakfast together!"

"Thank you, Mr. Bryon. You're very thoughtful." Nathan smiled back at him.

Bryon laughed before turning to order the chefs, who were standing beside him, "What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and get breakfast ready for us."

"Yes, sir!" the chefs responded in unison.

As professional chefs, cooking breakfast was a piece of cake for them.

In no time, they presented a spread of delicious breakfast on the dining table.

Bryon, and the others sat around the table and

asked Nathan what were his

world, so

today. How about this? After breakfast, we could go to the jockey club to check out

couple of days in Newcove to wait

he waited, he agreed to Bryon's suggestion.

and said

departed to their destination, the largest jockey club

and powerful and sheltered more than

jockey club was Fausto Loaker. He was a Eurasian who started off as a real estate agent in Eurasia. After striking it rich, he

the nasty and false rumors he

result, every Eurasian hated him to the marrow of

the patriotic youngsters in Eurasia even claimed that they would be washing the streets with Fausto's blood if the ungrateful traitor ever dared to return

how much Fausto was hated in