Following those words, Nathan cast a cold glance at Blake's lifeless body on the ground. “Regarding this individual, given his service to the alliance, you can submit an application for a death gratuity on his behalf. Send the necessary paperwork to me, and I will grant approval.”
What?
Rawlinson scrunched up his face, but when faced with Nathan's icy gaze, he ultimately didn't have the courage to hold his gaze or confront Nathan any further. Bowing his head, he replied, “Yes, Commander Cross.”
Nathan asked coldly, “Are you satisfied with the outcome?”
Rawlinson's forehead was drenched in sweat as he quietly said, “Yes.”
Nathan said, “Speak up. I can't hear you.”
Left with no choice, Rawlinson loudly repeated, “Yes!”
Nathan nodded. “Let's put an end to this matter then. All right, I'm not needed here anymore, so carry on with your matters.”
Having made his statement, Nathan nonchalantly settled into the chair beside him, leisurely retrieving a cigarette and elegantly lighting it. His demeanor exuded an air of confidence and sophistication as if to convey the message, “Continue with the proceedings.”
Now, Rawlinson became even more embarrassed.
He had come on Wolfric's orders, intending to pressure Dido. He wanted to force Dido to disband the Wallerian armed forces, which had intricate ties with Nathan so that he could compel Dido to align with Ariarica and sever ties with Nathan.
However, with Nathan's imposing presence in the room, he found himself at a loss as to how to effectively intimidate Dido in her very presence.
Moreover, how can he possibly try to sway her to join his side when Nathan was around?
Upon seeing Nathan put Rawlinson in his place, Dido noticed that the once domineering Rawlinson had now become hesitant and stammering.
She couldn't help but find it amusing.
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