By the time Nathan and his family were done with their meal, night had arrived, and the city was illuminated by lights.
Nathan and his family members went into their car and returned home.
Right as Nathan returned to the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor, Sage greeted him with a few guards.
When Nathan came down from the car, he said to Sage, “Sage, invite the Goodall brothers to the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor.”
Sage replied, “Yes, Sir!”
Nathan then ambled into the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor with his family.
Sage turned around and instructed his men, “Assign a thousand members of the Felidae Battalion to arrest the Goodall brothers right away.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Soon, a jeep with a military plate sped away from the Headquarters of the Chief Military Governor down the path toward the Goodall residence.
In no time, Sage and a thousand men from Felidae Battalion surrounded the Goodall residence.
Meanwhile, the Goodalls were in the middle of their meal.
When they saw Sage and the soldiers barging into their residence, they were dumbfounded.
Braydon shared a look with Sigurd.
The brothers were confounded, and they could sense that something was amiss.
Sigurd was less cautious than his brother. Immediately, he slammed his palm on the table, shaking the plates and cups. He glared at Sage and bellowed, “What are you doing? Who allowed you to trespass on private property? Do you know what this place is? Do you know who we are? Do you know what kind of consequences you will face by entering this place without permission?”
Braydon did not speak, but his eyes were fixed on Sage.
He, too, would like to find out what Sage and the others were doing there.
Braydon s brows were furrowed tightly as he wondered, Could it be that they've found out about me secretly sending men to look into Nathan? Did Nathan lose his temper and send his men to cause a ruckus here?
With that thought in mind, Braydon panicked.
As it turned out, he was right.
Sage kept his hands behind his back as he studied his surroundings. Then his icy gaze finally landed on the brothers—Braydon and Sigurd. In an equally frigid tone, he said, “Our Chief Military Governor has invited the two of you to the headquarters.”
An invitation to the headquarters?
Braydon could feel a chill run down his spine.
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