Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1137

Meanwhile, the Matriarch looked at Nathan with disdain and told her entourage, "Let's not waste time babbling since the African Cannibal is already looking to hold him accountable. We shouldn't be too concerned with someone who's about to die. Let's go in and join the party. Maybe we can catch a glimpse of the General at the same time."

With that, the Matriarch led her entourage and walked towards the hotel entrance arrogantly.

Just as they were about to enter, two rows of heavily armed soldiers blocked their way.

A man in a colonel's uniform demanded with an intimidating expression, "Why are there so many of you? Please show me your invitation cards."

All the bystanders turned their attention towards the Lindbergs.

Holding her ivory cane in her hand, the Matriarch replied haughtily, "All of us Lindbergs are invited. Peter, show him the invitation cards."

"Yes, Grandma!”

Peter answered loudly as he passed the stack of invitation cards he had to the colonel. He then sneered, "Please check carefully. We have fifteen in total. To be honest, we could have brought even more people in!"

"We, the Lindbergs, are that powerful!"

At that moment, the Matriarch, Hugh, Luke, and the others couldn't help but shoot Peter an approving look, as if to commend him for his response.

After the colonel verified their invitation cards, he raised his head and replied coldly, "I'm sorry. Our superiors have just informed us that this batch of cards has been wrongly sent out. Therefore, they have been voided. All of you are not allowed to enter the venue."

What?

Peter was dumbfounded.

The Matriarch and the rest of the entourage were equally shocked.

The crowd that had gathered began to chatter about it.

Someone muttered, "I told you the Lindbergs were a third-rate family. How was it possible for them to have so many invitations? Now we know it was a mistake.”

"They were acting all high and mighty a moment ago. Just when I thought it might be real, it turned out to be a misunderstanding."

When the Matriarch heard the crowd gossiping, her face reddened in anger.

She retorted, "That's impossible. It was General Long who sent someone to hand them to us. How can there be a mistake?"

Equally furious, Peter stepped forward and pushed the colonel. He glowered, "That's right. It's definitely impossible. Let us in right now! Step aside, or I will tear the skin off your body!"

Slap!