Nathan's phone rang at that moment.
Frowning, he checked his phone. It was from Boris Tucker.
"Your son-in-law called. Perfect timing."
Commented Nathan as he grinned meaningfully.
Indeed.
Boris was seemingly nowhere to be found throughout the whole conflict between the Harbors and Nathan.
Now that the Harbors were falling, Boris's call came in. How opportune.
As soon as the call was connected, Boris's spiritual voice was heard, "General!”
The curve on Nathan's mouth grew even more wider as he greeted back, "Hello, Mr.
Tucker."
Boris sounded appeasing when he said, "General, I heard you and my wife's natal family got into a fight. I guess the Harbors must have done something offensive, so I called immediately to apologize on their behalf."
"Can you do me a favor and just let them go?"
Nathan chuckled, "Mr. Tucker, you are a great leader and senior to me. I can ignore everybody else's request, but not yours."
Boris laughed and replied, "Thank you so much, general. Let me buy you dinner the next time you come into town."
Nathan replied, "Okay. I will definitely drop by."
Finished speaking, Nathan hung up the call.
His gaze turned to Quince as he instructed, "Your family will not participate in any politic, military, or business for the next decade and you will use that time for introspection. Is this punishment just?”
Quince looked hopeless as his trembling voice replied, "Yes. We will do as requested."
The Harbors were all depressed.
Without all those, their loss would be devastating. It was likely they would be converted into a third-rated elite family by then.
"Good." Finished speaking, Nathan left with his men.
Soon after, the group reached Mayberry Guesthouse.
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