Chapter 1135 The Invitation Cards Were Wrongly Sent
In the midst of their excitement, the Matriarch couldn''t help but ask, "Son, how did you get these
invitation cards? Are they all ours?"
Luke himself was puzzled, so he told it as it is, "The Commander of the Capital Garrison, Will Long,
sent someone to deliver it. However, I have no idea as to why they gave such an important
invitation to us. But they were indeed meant for us. It''s not a mistake."
The Matriarch said while nodding gleefully, "Since it was General Long who sent someone over with
it, it definitely isn''t a mistake. We have many capable members of the family. Perhaps one of them
has gained the favor of the Firstdy. That''s how we got these invitations."
"Dress sharp tonight. You will being with me to the First Lady''s birthday dinner. We have to
show the others how impressive the Lindberg family is!"
Hugh, Peter, Luke, and the rest of the Lindberg family replied in unison, "Yes, Matriarch!"
As the Lindbergs were relishing the honor of being invited to the birthday dinner, they were unaware
Will Long had indeed made a mistake.
When Will knew Nathan hade to the capital for personal matters, he had asked around and
found out that the Lindberg family was rted to Nathan.
Hence, without checking any further, he had assumed Nathan was in Brimmopolis to visit them.
Will, who was responsible for sending out the invitations, had given all of Nathan''s invitation cards
to the Lindberg family instead.
In Brimmopolis.
The Marriott Hotel was the most prestigious one in the city. It was often used by the government to
entertain foreign dignitaries.
Therefore, it was the de-facto venue for the First Lady''s fiftieth birthday dinner.
As the President was overseas for a working trip, he wasn''t able to attend the dinner.
However, rumor had it that the General of the North, also known as the God of War, would be there.
Hence, all of Brimmopolis'' high society tried their best to get their hands on the invitation cards.
To be invited to the birthday dinner was considered a status symbol.
Night soon approached.
Every junction surrounding the Marriott Hotel had a patrol car stationed there, with the police
directing the traffic.
This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
Meanwhile, security within the hotel itself was extremely tight.
On top of arge group of security officers who wore ck suits and earpieces, there were also
heavily armed soldiers standing guard at every corner.
One by one, a continuous stream of cars entered the hotel car park.
During a typical dinner, the owner''s status is reflected by how expensive his car is.
However, it was the opposite for this one.
The guests who drove Rolls-Royces or Bentleys were bosses of conglomerates and considered the
most ordinary guests.
While those who drove government-issued Passat or Audi A6 would be officers from the public
sectors. Their status was higher than that of the bosses who drove more expensive cars.
Last but not least, those who drove Jeeps with army tes were high-ranking military officers; they
had an even higher status despite driving the cheaper car.
The more ordinary the car, the higher one''s status was.
At that moment, a convoy made up of a Lincoln Limousine and five ck Maybachs rolled-up slowly
to the car park in front of the hotel entrance, attracting everyone''s attention.
As only a singlepanion was allowed to be brought along for the event, everyone wondered how
important this person was to be able to attend with such arge group in tow.
When the high society of Brimmopolis saw that it was the Lindberg Matriarch and her sons, they
were shocked.
"Hey! It''s the Lindbergs! Since when do they deserve to be invited to the dinner?"
"That''s right. They even dared to arrive in such arge group. How many invitation cards do they
have?"
"We, the Lockharts, are considered to be the most prominent family in Brimmopolis, and yet we only
received two invitation cards. The Lindbergs would already be jumping in joy if they even received
one. How many do they really have?"
Rating the Trantion Will Gain Two Pearls.