My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 811

The beautiful woman took three banknotes out from her bag and said, “Thank you, Father Lloyd. Please accept this 300-dollar payment!

Lloyd smoothed his long white eyebrows and replied kindly, “Quiet Winds Church never charges for their work.”

“This is a well-deserved payment, though!” The beautiful woman insisted.

“Haha! No need, no need. Run along. I still have to offer my services to the next person.” Lloyd waved his hand in refusal.

“Alright, thank you again!” The beautiful woman lowered her head gratefully and then moved aside to let the next person come forward/

At that moment, Lloyd noticed his junior coming out of the café. He then addressed the people waiting, “This will be the last person. The rest of you can go home. If you want to seek blessings and as

repentance, you can visit Quiet Winds Church and find me!”

With that, he began to talk to the person in front of him. It was an elderly person who appeared to be in their 60s with graying eyebrow that formed a straight line, a hooked nose, prominent cheekbones, and deep, inscrutable eyes

Lloyd’s smile gradually faded as he calmly said, “Please leave, sir. I don’t provide anything for those with malicious intentions.”

The old man stood with hands behind his back, a half-smile on his face. “You can’t tell, can you?”

Lloyd glanced at the old man again. “Whether or not I can tell your intentions, I’ll leave you with these words-despite endless suffering in the bitter sea, you’ll still see the shore when you turn back.”

He truly could not see the future for this old man. Judging from this person’s demeanor, he could tell he was not a good person.

man smiled faintly. “You’re a charlatan

the old man angrily retorted, “Father Lloyd never charges for his service.

charlatan?”

right, Father Lloyd is a renowned figure in Jonford.

larger

a good person.

better

old man, their anger

faces.

He had not

to stir up such resentment. Quiet Winds Church seemed to b

as a sacred place in these

Church would no longer exist. By then, he wondered what kind of feelings these ants

would have.

faint smile appeared

as he turned and

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Chanté 811

purple robe, Cillian walked over at a leisurely pace. He had white hair but a youthful face, and

sharp, and his eyes starry bright. No one

find him handsome.