My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 874

They downed their drinks after clinking glasses.

Duncan put his glass down and turned to look at Mireille, who was

sitting beside him, looking like a walking corpse. His heart ached for

her as he asked, “Mireille, do you want to get some rest?”

Mireille said woodenly, “Anything you say!”

Duncan picked Mireille up and took her over to an air mattress set up

nearby.

Then, the head of the Duncan family’s security walked over and said, ”

Mr. Swordsman, a crew of oddly dressed people want to see you!”

Iv as

“Did they state where they’re from?” the Swordsman asked flatly

he gazed at the head of security.

“Black Wind Mountains!” the head of security answered respectfully.

“The Mountain Master and the rest are here!”

The Swordsman grinned and immediately jumped to his feet to

outside with Boris.

After Duncan pulled a blanket over Mireille, Peter said, “Dun, let’s he out and meet the members from Black Wind Mountains as well!”

The power of the Black Wind Mountains was not something to sleep on, and it might even end up being a place where he took refuge in the

future.

Forging a good relationship with the Black Wind Mountains would not

any

gave Mireille a quick peck

straightened up and

tent flap lowered again, Mireille blinked.

her eyes.

massaged her stiff face and got up to gaze at the white-colored

stood beside it.

heart began

die if she

not be

Besides…

men. Even if she got her hands on the scepter, she still would not

Mireille’s eyes slowly turned glazed as she continu staring. If she did not blink, her pupils would turn pitch-black.

and slowly made

immediately walked over and asked, “Is t anything you

woodenly, “Toilet…”

snapped his fingers. Immediately, two women

and frosty expressions

faces walked over.

each had a dagger strapped to their

Tanner is protected. I’m sure you know what will happen if she

was a double meaning

was asking them to protect her while simultaneously

eye on her.

escape or become injured, they would be fed to the

ladies nodded, solemn

single

served as a

away

Mireille as she gazed at her

bodyguards.

she peeked

a woman stationed both at the front and back

the tent.

entrance was

subordinates.

like she had to continue waiting for

chance.