Chapter 1538 Do Not Disappoint Me


    Struck speechless by Nathan''s words, the furious Rohan could only gape soundlessly while his face


    turned even redder.


    Furiously, Rohan turned the facts over in his head. Nathan was the General of the North, that much


    was indisputable. And now, if Nathan still recognized Ava as a standing member of the North Army,


    Rohan had no power to arrest Ava even if she had actuallymitted the crime in question.


    All branches of military had their own disciplinary departments to oversee any incidents personally.


    It was truly none of his business.


    Nathan nced dismissively at Rohan. "I know Boris Tucker ordered you here to capture Ava. Go


    back and tell him toe personally if he wants her. I have a score to settle with him in the


    meantime."


    "Now get out of my sight!" Nathan said, walking away before Rohan could say a single word.


    Rohan''s already flushed face turned into an ugly shade of purple.


    He did not expect Nathan to burn all his bridges with Mr. Tucker sopletely just for the sake of


    one of his subordinates.


    Grinding his teeth in frustration, Rohan turned to leave. His position, as highly-ranked as it was, was


    still not one that couldpete with Nathan''s and his legal standing to arrest Ava was nothing but a


    fever dream. Disgraced and beaten, he could only retreat empty-handed with his subordinates.


    As she watched Rohan and his men slink away with tails between their legs, Ava finally turned to


    face Nathan, and unable to restrain her words any longer, she said, "General, I murdered Spencer


    Tucker and it''s no surprise that his father wants me in revenge— but you could''ve just handed me


    over to them! You didn''t have to offend Mr. Tucker any further—"


    "Do I," Nathan said slowly, "look like someone easily intimidated by Boris Tucker?"


    Ava bowed her head, shocked into silence.


    Nathan regarded his men— Colin, the Elite Eight and so many others that had fought and served


    with him unquestioningly, "You all are my men, my soldiers. Nobody can touch a single hair on your


    heads without my permission."


    Touched to the core, Ava, Colin and all of Nathan''s other allies looked at Nathan with an emotional


    gaze.


    They all knew that within the North Army, the General was strict but just, and he gave out both


    punishments and rewards in all fairness.


    But to all outsiders, the General was very protective of his men and stood with them no matter what


    the circumstances.


    And this was why the countless soldiers of the North Army decided long ago that they would dly


    follow the General into hell and high waters, serving him no matter what the costs. He was loyal to


    them- so of course they would be nothing but loyal to him in return.


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    In fact, Nathan lived by this simple code as well.


    The way he saw it, the only way to be a capable leader was to capture both the hearts and minds of


    his men.


    This line of reasoning was not without its logic. It was age-old advice— pamper your soldiers and


    spoil your generals.


    He knew that if he did not do anything to inspire loyalty in his men- if he did not extend them the


    simple courtesy of protecting them as he would a loyal friend-he would not have any loyalty given to


    him either when they went to war. On a battlefield, bravery was a coveted asset but loyalty was


    priceless.


    Nathan''s gaze fell on Ava and his voice was that of deadly steel. "Besides, Spencer Tucker hired an


    assassin to kill me. I haven''t gotten even with his father for that yet either."


    "Spencer Tucker has only himself to me for his own death," Nathan continued. "But trust me,


    even if Boris Tuckeres after you, Ava, I will protect you to the very end. I can promise you that


    much."


    "However, you still have a lot to atone for," Nathan said warningly. "I expect you to honor your


    second chance and redeem yourself. Don''t let me down."


    For a moment, the shadow of the old Ava could be seen when she snapped a sharp salute to


    Nathan. Her voice was loud and clear as she said, "Yes, General!”


    Boris Tucker''s Study, Tucker Mansion.


    If there was one thing Boris Tucker valued more than dignified elegance, it was power. d in an


    expensive tailored gray suit jacket, Boris Tucker frowned as he listened to Rohan''s report of his


    encounter with Nathan Cross.


    He said slowly, "My beloved son is dead. His body has just been returned from Japan and is still


    lying at the funeral parlor without a proper funeral. And yet now you are telling me that not only does


    Nathan


    Cross refuse to hand over the murderer, but is also going to great lengths to protect her?"


    Rohan dipped his head in shame. His voice was a subdued whisper. "Cross is taking full advantage


    of his influential position as the General of the North, sir. He didn''t just disgrace me publicly, but..."


    Rohan hesitated, trailing off.


    "But?" Boris prompted in a silky voice.


    Looking as nervous as he had ever been since the start of his report, Rohan said, "He challenged


    you, sir. He demanded that you meet him personally if you wants the murderer. He also said he has


    a score to settle with you."


    Rohan cringed as a loud crack shattered the tranquil silence of the study room.


    Boris mmed his palms onto the surface of his desk, breathing heavily. His outrage bled into his


    normally cultured tone.


    "Preposterous!" "So, the insolent brat thinks that being General of the North means that he can


    ignore anyw he likes?" Boris seethed, "Does the authority of the Great Cab mean nothing to


    him?"


    Rohan said nothing and kept his head low. Truth be told, whether Nathan submitted to the authority


    of the Great Cab or not remained a mystery, but it was tantly obvious that Nathan did not give


    a damn about Boris Tucker.


    A momentter, Boris collected himself. The raving and outraged old man was an image of the past


    and Boris Tucker was once again a picture of elegant and dignified calm.


    He said, "If Nathan Cross requires my personal visit to hand over the murderer and settle our old


    score, so be it."


    "Arrange a meeting ce for us," Boris ordered in clipped tones. "And send someone to inform


    Nathan Cross. Tell him I will holding a dinner to wee him back to Brimmopolis and we can talk


    over dinner."


    Boris steepled his fingers together while a calcting look crossed his face. "I would like to see if he


    still refuses to hand over that criminal by then."


    A smile that was sharp as any knife blossomed across his face. "And then, we''ll see if he truly has


    any debts to settle with me."


    Rating the Trantion Will Gain Two Pearls.