Nathan and his bodyguards walked straight up to Todd.
"Happy 60th birthday, Mr. Ziegler," Nathan congratulated with a smile.
Todd sat on his elevated armchair and looked down on Nathan.
Robbie was the first to scoff. "Nathan, I applaud your courage to show up here."
"There's no way I wouldn't come when I'm invited to the party," Nathan smiled.
Todd took a sip of his tea. "Nathan Cross, we didn't invite you to the party. You're here for your punishment."
Nathan turned to look at the empty seat next to Todd's. As the General of the North, Nathan was always the one who sat while the other stood below him.
Yet, Nathan did not sit down right away.
"Hey! You disrespectful bastard! That chair is for our most esteemed guest today! Are you eyeing the seat of the General of the
North?" Russell roared.
The whole Ziegler thought of the same thing. It'll take a lot of balls to sit on the General of the North's seat!
Yet, Nathan's reaction to that dropped everyone's jaw.
"I see that the Ziegler do know some courtesy. At least you have prepared a seat for me," Nathan smiled.
Huh? A seat for you?
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