My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

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Atlas smiled, saying nothing. He wondered how they would feel when they knew Melody was Nash’s follower.

Atlas scrolled through his phone and realized that a large number of Fulcrum Group’s top executives had gotten into scandals. Even core executives openly reported the president, Saul Eve’s, dark history.

“It’s no wonder she’s a powerful woman. She’s ruthless and stunning. ‘Atlas lightly sipped his wine.

Fulcrum Group’s share price was previously at 36 bucks and

plummeted to 15 bucks in just one day. It was a devastating blow. He suddenly admired this woman. Perhaps only someone like Nash could match such an outstanding businesswoman.

“Winston, should we sell the shares? If the price keeps dropping, I’ll be left with nothing!” Stefano was on the verge of tears. Despite his flashy appearance, he had invested his entire three million into the

stock market.

“I… I… I don’t know!” Winston was also heartbroken. He scratched his

head in hesitation.

After pondering for a moment, Atlas said, “There’s no need to sell them. Melody will definitely regain control of Fulcrum Group, and the

share price will rebound by then.”

Coming from a top-tier family in Capiton, although he had not

ventured into business, he had been exposed to it since childhood. H understood Melody’s motives and immediately determined the future

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direction of the company’s share price.

Nash caught their conversation. He had never doubted Melody’s business acumen. He would not even bat an eyelid if she were to ask to borrow billions from him.

toast to you again!” Henry was already drunk

while the other held a wine glass as he toasted

ecstatic today. He would welcome anyone who

to drink

shouldn’t drink so much. The

Waldo said.

The Martial Arts Association was under the Freeman

spread to them.

two hours, and they should be taking action.

glass of wine and then belched

should drink… less… I can’t drink too

saying that, he slumped onto the table, unconscious.

laughter. “This old guy has such poor tolerance

alcohol!”

Waldo sighed helplessly.

Nash slowly put down his wine glass and gazed

the door. Dozens of people dressed

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were striding aggressively

over his shoulders. He exuded a fierce aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and his eyes

might as well have the word ‘villain’ written on

Freeman Martial Alliance.

grandmaster.

courtyard fell silent. The apprentices of the Martial

afraid to even breathe.

“Mr. Freeman…”

stood up and greeted the man with a gesture