My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 605

Horace’s eyes lit up as he briskly walked toward the storage cabinet behind his office chair. He opened the cabinet and retrieved a satellite phone from the inside. This phone was equipped with particular hardware to prevent outside parties from tapping in.

It could be used to make calls without needing a SIM card. He quickly dialed his younger brother, Warner’s, number.

“Who is this?”

“Warner, something has gone wrong on my end. Find a way to

eliminate Rowan from Neon Photography Studio in the Jonford city

center!”

“Alright,” Warner agreed without hesitation. After hanging up the phone, Horace walked slowly to the window.

He lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out onto the street below. A black van was parked by the roadside. He was unaware that Hunt had seen everything through his binoculars inside the van.

…

Neon Photography Studio was located in the city center. A tall and handsome man was photographing a beautiful girl in a school

uniform.

“Open your eyes a little wider and keep your expression more natural!

“Okay, don’t move!”

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in hand, Rowan leaned in slightly

shutter button.

was done, Rowan smiled and said, “All set. That’s a

you, Rowan. You’ve worked hard!” The beautiful girl thanked him playfully, then took out her phone to scan the payment code.

girl off. Only after she was some distance away did Rowan close the door, take out a card reader from the DSLR camera,

computer.

had just taken. Rowan enlarged the photos and then took a few pieces

shivered, his eyes

back in

knock on the door.

the computer screen to the surveillance

feed.

door stood a beautiful

waist-length glossy black

eyelashes, and a smiling face. Her rosy

even featured two charming

not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

ten times, no, a hundred times more beautiful than those

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celebrities and news anchors who had come to

tantalizingly elusive. The wicked flame that

flared up.

I was recommended by a friend to

fiercely. In his six years of working in photography, he had encountered thousands of women, but he had

Mr. Rowan not

again, her soft voice sending shivers down

Rowan’s spine.