My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 224

Kristian took a fierce swig from the liquor bottle.

Zakariah was rendered speechless by Kristian’s words.

He knew…

Kristian was still resentful about the slap he had received before, especially since he had been driven out of the Zabels in front of everyone.

Kristian was right.

Zakariah was too concerned about saving face.

Martial arts competitions were always about stopping at the right point.

However, for the sake of pride, he did not intervene when the Ihara Martial Arts School broke the rules during the first match.

Due to his pride, even though he knew the Nihon competitors were ruthless, he allowed Skade to compete.

Had he put his pride aside and stopped the competition when the Ihara Martial Arts School broke the rules, Skade would not have participated in the second match and would not have been so gravely injured.

At that moment, Nash and Brian came down from upstairs.

Everyone’s eyes were immediately on them.

Hera stood up and approached them, asking, “Nash… how is Skade doing now?”

a life-threatening situation, but she’ll need some time to

turned to Brian. “Follow the prescription I gave you. Add the herbs to boiling water, let it simmer on high heat for 30 minutes, then add turtle shells and simmer on low heat for another 60 minutes before consuming!”

full of medicinal ingredients, nodding in response. “Okay, I’ll prepare

wiped away her tears, and softly asked, “Give me Bianca’s phone number…”

quickly retrieved Bianca’s number

out his cell phone and dialed

man answered, his voice somewhat effeminate as he said, “Bianca is training.

inquired, “Is she at Neo Power Club?”

a woman’s name was displayed as the caller ID but a man was speaking, asked, “Who

colder. “Answer

won’t

that, there was a

wait for

Hera’s car keys, and drove straight to Neo Power

so hastily that Zakariah did not even have time

you can!”

Power Club was located in Downtown Jonford in an 18-story commercial

with gym equipment with punching bags hanging from the ceiling.

a large octagon

practicing with

so often, the man’s gaze would drift toward

up her punches, with the final blow landing squarely on the

“Ouch…”

his nose with a painful scream.