My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 912 “All the legal representatives of companies under Duncan’s name have been replaced by a distant relative of the Duerson family. The man himself looks to have gone to Black Wind Mountains. “I… I have also acquired all the industries under the Duerson family…” Walter glanced at Nash’s expression cautiously. He had not informed Nash beforehand about acquiring the Duerson family’s industries. Nash’s eyes narrowed as he laughed coldly. “Hmph, does he think Black Wind Mountains can protect him?” He did not care about the Duerson family’s industries at all. He only cared about Duncan himself. Bladesman Divus, Mark, the thousands of innocents from the Quiet Winds Church, as well as those martial artists who had witnessed the tragedy at Sigur Cliff… Duncan needed to pay for their lives. Duncan, Boris, Peter, and Black Wind Mountains were all on Na death list. Hera shivered and cautiously said, “Mr. Watson, um… Could you off the air conditioning?” Walter frowned and looked at Janson, who was driving. He had als felt the bone-chilling cold run through him just now. Janson chuckled helplessly. “It’s already November. Why would I turn on the air-conditioning? That’s Mr. Calcraft releasing his killing intent!” Hera then noticed Nash trembling slightly and squeezed his hand tightly. She looked up at him and said angrily, “Watch that killing intent of yours. Heal your injuries first!” Nash felt a shortness of breath. His chest tightened, and his vision blurred for a moment. He quickly retracted his killing intent and then calmed himself. He felt his breathing become smoother after that. The last time he used the Infinite Divine Thunder Curse, it depleted a large amount of his essence and true energy, causing his Mystique Pill to rupture. His strength was now less than a tenth of its peak. For a martial artist, rupturing their Mystique Pill was akin to losing half their life. However, Nash was not discouraged. He could still refine elixirs to repair his Mystique Pill. Back at Royal Bay, Nash used Hera’s phone to call Eric and Felicity. Eric and the others suffered relatively minor injuries and were discharged from the hospital two days ago. Cillian returned to the Quiet Winds Church while Jasper went and scattered Mark’s ashes. As for Jaxon, Felicity had brought him to stay at Jonford Grand Hotel in the meantime. At Jonford Grand Hotel, Felicity knocked on the door of the neighboring room. Inside the room, Jaxon was sitting cross-legge on the spacious Simmons bed. He was dressed in immaculate pure white robes, custom-made by a renowned designer in Jonford whom Felicity had gotten for Jaxon. On the coffee table, the takeout food was untouched. Without waiting for Jaxon to speak, Felicity swiped the room card and walked in. Jaxon slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a breath of turbid air. Felicity glanced at the untouched food on the coffee table with a frown.” Aren’t you just wasting food like this? Do you know how expensive this lobster is?” Jaxon clasped his hands together and replied gently, “I don’t eat meat. Felicity scratched her head. “But there are some veggies too, no?” Jaxon responded again, “I’m not hungry.” He could not eat just veggies. In Pear Blossom Village, he made a lot of sauerkraut and would usually have his meals with sauerkraut. “You really stick to your principles.” Felicity walked to the window and pulled back the curtains, the gentle sunlight illuminating the entire room. Then, she turned around and stared at Jaxon’s handsome face with her fox-like eyes. “Are you feeling better now?” she asked. JJaxon’s role in dealing with the ghoul overlords this time was cr EEven Nash admitted that without Jaxon, they would have all died Jdonford would have been in ruins.