The Guardian's Sword

After taking a sip of water, Ronald continued saying, "Dorodo developed quickly,
but because of the rapid development, the economy is deformed. More than 50%
of Dorodo's wealth is concentrated in wealthy families

and businessmen..."

"Improving the lives of the poor and ordinary folks is to go against these rich
businessmen and influential families. Of course, the Townsend family is also
wealthy," Ronald said sarcastically.

Suddenly seeing that his daughter's expression was not quite right, he quickly
added, "Of course, I agree with Commander Lennon. How could Ibe a Dorodo
resident and not care about Dorodo's development? No matter what Commander
Lennon decides, I'm firmly on his side!"

Lillian's face instantly lit up after hearing Ronald say this.

She was afraid that her father would also stand against Commander Lennon. In
that case, she would be caught in the middle and not know what to do.

"Dad, I didn't know you were this open-minded," Lillian praised.

"Not really..." Ronald smiled bitterly. "The Townsend family is only wealthy but not
influential. We have money, but we're not powerful. Those noble families can fight
against Commander Lennon, but we can't. If Commander Lennon is upset, he
could destroy the Townsend family with one word... I've said too much. I shouldn't
have told you this."

Ronald emptied his cup of water and stood up.

"Lill, let's go to the army camp. It's been a long time since we've seen
Commander Lennon. We can catch up with him and find out what he's up to."

As he spoke, Lillian's second mother stood in the doorway. However, she did not
barge in like Lillian.

She knocked on the open door to catch Ronald's attention before walking in with
a smile.

She held a brown envelope in her hand.

"Darling, someone from the army camp just came and said you have a letter from
Commander Zander."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ronald quickly took the letter from Mila's hand and opened it.

The envelope contained not a letter but an invitation. Although it was nominally
an invitation, it was written on paper, and the words on the paper appeared to be
a little sloppy.

One could tell at a glance that the writer was not focused when he wrote it.

[The city defense army's main camp will hold a charity fundraising gala at 8 pm.
two days from now. Please attend, Mr. Townsend. You can abstain if you have
something to do. You can bring at most one guest with you.]

"It's a charity fundraising gala. I'm afraid this is the first step in Mr. Lennon's
efforts to address the slum'’s issue," Ronald said as he handed Lillian the
invitation.

Lillian held the crudely made invitation, looked at it for a moment, and smiled.
Other people's invitations were normally exquisite, and some even paid a lot of
money to print invitations when holding a ball or a banquet. After all, the
invitations represented the host to some extent.

However, Commander Lennon used rough paper as an invitation. It was so
shabby.

The only thing special about the invitation was Commander Lennon's
commander-in-chiefwriting. Even the words on it were now his.

"Dad, shall we go together then?" Lillian asked eagerly.