CHAPTER 1537 NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

Airport, Brimmopolis.

Nathan, Colin, Ava, the Elite Eight and Ava's family were just disembarking from the newly landed plane when a group of men in black wearing official work badges appeared.

Their leader was wearing a pair of dark glasses that did nothing to mask the domineering air of absolute authority he carried.

He was the boss of the Brimmopolis Police Department, a nasty piece of work by the name of Rohan Glover.

"Hello there, General!"

Rohan strode over in Nathan's direction with a couple of his lackeys, lazily extending a hand in greeting.

Nathan was in no hurry to shake Rohan's hand, preferring to first observe him with a morbid sense of interest.

He was well-aware of Rohan's background and how he had been promoted to his current position thanks to Boris Tucker.

Boris was Rohan's mentor, but it was a well-known fact that the two of them were as close as father and son.

Nathan had been at odds with Boris lately, a fact that Rohan had to be well-aware of.

As someone under the Boris Tucker's banner, Rohan would not come all this way just to welcome Nathan and his allies back to Brimmopolis. He almost certainly had an ulterior motive that Nathan was keen to discover.

With that in mind, Nathan offered Rohan a dangerous half-smile. "I must say, I'm flattered with all the attention, Chief Glover. I appreciate you coming personally, certainly, but you've brought so many men too? I'm very flattered."

"Oh?” Rohan's eyes turned slightly forced behind his easy smile.

It was all too easy to pick up the undertones in Nathan's polite voice. That man was mocking him.

But two could play at the game and Rohan was nothing but an experienced player. The slight awkwardness in his eyes vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

He cleared his throat, using a tone of voice that suggested serious business. "General, my men and I are indeed here to welcome you, but we also have official matters to bring to your attention.”

"Oh?” Nathan allowed himself a quiet chuckle. "Please, enlighten me.”

With a serious expression set on his face, Rohan gestured at Ava, who was standing demurely beside Nathan. "Your companion, Miss Ava Quinn, is a suspect in the murder of Boris Tucker's son, that is Spencer Tucker."

"I was informed that she would be returning to the country today." Rohan's intent eyes never left Ava's face. "And so I came with my men personally to request that she come with us to assist in our investigation."

Ava's expression was complicated.

Spencer Tucker had hired her to kill Nathan. For one reason or another, he had purposefully kept Nathan's true identity from her and even tried to have her silenced after doing the dirty deed.

At that time, she was still an assassin under the auspices of the Dark Temple, thinking that she would never be able to return to her country or the General's side ever again.

And that was why she had turned on Spencer Tucker instead, killing him in a fit of rage. At that time, she was truly beyond caring. Worry was something that she had long since crushed beneath her heel in order to face the harsh reality.

Never in a thousand years had she thought that the General would come for her, or that he would pardon her and allow her to return to serve in the North Army.

It really was all too good to be true. But alas, her murder of Spencer Tucker had caught up with her.

Mr. Tucker was a man of unimaginable

power. There was no way he would let his son die in vain.

Even now, Rohan Glover was already here to apprehend her.

Ava schooled her complicated expression carefully.

However, Nathan was not fazed in the least. The corner of his mouth even rose to his trademark little smile, except this time it was fully mocking. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He regarded Rohan coolly and the smile turned into a sneer. "Ah, I see now. I assume Mr. Tucker asked you to come arrest her, yes?”

Rohan stood his ground resolutely, the denial coming easily to his lips. "I believe you are mistaken, General. Our preliminary investigation suggests that Miss Quinn here is a primary suspect in the murder of Spencer Tucker in Japan. We're acting on procedure to arrest her—” 'The hell you are," Nathan growled. Rohan's collected thoughts screeched to a sudden halt. Nathan's curt insult had sent him reeling. His men were also frozen in shock.

Even Ava, Colin, the Elite Eight and Nathan's other allies were surprised.

Rohan's shock manifested itself in sputtering anger even as his face flushed about ten different shades of red. "General, you—"

Nathan shook his head coolly. "If you can't admit that Boris Tucker sent you here, that's fine. But saying your arrest of Miss Quinn is based on procedure— that's a load of bullshit and we all know that.”

"Is this your first day at work?" Nathan was being unabashedly condescending now.

"Let me refresh your memory. Ava Quinn is a member of the North Army and one of the Captains of the National Guard at that."

"And just so I am very clear on this." Nathan smiled viciously at Rohan. "You should know that whatever the North Army does is entirely under my jurisdiction. It is

exactly none of your business."

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