Soon, Colin returned.
He lowered his voice and informed, “General, I know why the others failed to show up at Mrs. Cross' party.”
“Why?” Nathan urged.
Colin grimaced. “It's Phoebe's doing. She's holding a grand party at Excellent Hotel, which is nearby. The rich kids from Brimmopolis invited all the rich and powerful in Channing.”
He added, “Those invited had to come, or risk offending Phoebe and her entourage. Hence, everyone from Channing chose to attend her party instead of Mrs. Cross'.”
A dark cloud rolled over Nathan's formerly unthreatening expression.
To the upper-class society, Nathan was a capable man, but he was in the military. They rarely had any interactions with him.
However, Phoebe and her company came from families of bureaucrats. It made sense for the elites in Channing to want to establish connections with them.
Hence, they attended Phoebe's party instead of Nathan's.
Snorting coldly, Nathan whipped his phone and called someone.
Meanwhile, at Excellent Hotel.
Phoebe had dressed up for the occasion. She was flanked by Donnie, Marshall, and the other rich brats as they greeted the guests.
With a glass of champagne in her hand, she asked, “Our party is packed. What about Nathan's wife's birthday party?”
Donnie smirked. “Everyone is here. I believe no one is at their party.”
Marshall chuckled out loud. “I sent someone to spy on them Only a few people are there at Penny Smith's party. None of the upper class are there. Imagine how mad Penny and Nathan are now. Ha!”
“Ha!” Phoebe sneered smugly. “Nathan, you're just a military general. Do you think you're capable enough of defying us aristocrats? What a joke.”
“We'll humiliate him tonight. Next time, he'll know the consequence for crossing us.”
When Phoebe and her gang were basking in their success, suddenly, the guests started
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