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Sammy's eyes sparkled, already imagining Nash in military uniform. Oh how handsome and majestic he would be!

Nash scratched his nose. "Sort of."

Sammy's eyes narrowed. "You seem very free. You must be an officer, right?"

Nash chuckled. "You guessed it."

Sammy pursed her lips. "It's just common sense. Anyone with a bit of brain could figure it out!

"Alright, you go eat. I need to check the place where you'll be staying tonight!" Sammy flashed a toothy smile, her two adorable dimples showing.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Nash replied politely with a smile, then went inside to join Bertram and the others at a table for dinner. It was all home-cooked dishes, delicious and plentiful. The soldiers enjoyed their meal with relish.

Across the street, Darcus spoke solemnly in a Rolls-Royce, "That girl just now seems to know Mr. Calcraft."

"Hmm, I never expected someone from a third-rate family to know him!" Dima's gaze deepened, and then he raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps he likes youthful girls like her?"

Darcus chuckled. "Should we get Dalia to shoot her shot?"

Dima shook his head. "Now is not the right time. Acting too eagerly will only antagonize Mr. Calcraft. General Copper is having a celebration banquet tomorrow. Let her try then!"

"Do you think Dalia will have a chance to have a drink with him at tomorrow's event?" Battlestar, whose name was also Dresden, asked lightly.

Darcus sighed. "Forget it. Love is something that should be left to fate. The Roches will never use the happiness of our descendants to climb the social ladder," he said before pausing. "Check on that girl just now and give her help as necessary. Who knows, she might become Mrs. Calcraft in the future!"

Percival brought his wife and son to Treasure Street in a Porsche. When they saw the soldiers in camouflage uniforms sitting in the three restaurants, their eyes nearly popped out in shock.

...

"How is this possible?"

"How could this be?"

"Where did these soldiers come from?" Saskia thought of the soldiers in camouflage uniforms

who had saved the family this afternoon. It could not be them. If it really was them, the Roche family would surely repay MiriamNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

generously. This was something she did not want to see.

"Mom, you're worrying for nothing. I think these people are just

employees of the Roche family's companies. They probably

participated in some military training activities during the day. We all wore camouflage uniforms when we had military training at school too," Damien said with a laugh.

"Idiot!" Percival glared at his son. "Do you see the table in the corner against the wall? Isn't the fat guy sitting at the head of the table the one with the explosive farts?" Hearing that, Saskia's mind went blank, and she felt like she had been struck by lightning. Just half an hour ago, the governor himself sent a message to the business group. [Tomorrow at 12:00 pm, General Copper, the founding hero, will host a celebration banquet to honor the heroes of the Divine Strategy Squadron and the Celestial Dragon Squadron. All rescued families are invited!]

As soon as the message was sent, the entire business circle in Munford was shaken. Top-tier big shots who never spoke in the group suddenly appeared, eager to bear the cost of the function tomorrow. If they found out that Miriam had entertained them tonight, she would surely be favored by all the major families. Even if she only had three restaurants and 12 low-grade inns, she could still do good business. Damien was puzzled. "But why would these people be eating at casual restaurants and staying in basic inns? Doesn't Grandpa have a hotel? Let's have them brought to his hotel. He'd surely be pleased!" Percival calmly replied, "They're soldiers. Of course, they can't stay in luxury places. That's why the Roche family chose casual restaurants and basic inns."

Realization struck the mother and

son when they heard this. "We can't let them stay at Miriam's inns tonight. Our inn is a business inn, a tier higher than their establishment. We must find a way to invite these people to stay at our family's inn!" Saskia gritted her teeth. She regretted giving up the opportunity to the person she liked the least.

"It's simple. We'll just have Miriam take these people to our inn," Percival said. He also knew the value these people possessed. If they could accommodate them well, doors to more cooperation opportunities might open up for them.