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.

let me toast to you again!” Henry

Emmet’s shoulder while the other held a wine glass

ecstatic today. He would

drink with him.

The Freeman Martial Alliance

Waldo said.

banquet. The Martial Arts Association was under the Freeman Martial Alliance’s surveillance. The news of his safe return from

would quickly spread to

already been two hours, and they should be

of wine and

less… I can’t

saying that, he slumped onto the

into laughter. “This old guy has such poor tolerance

alcohol!”

Waldo sighed helplessly.

down his wine glass and

door. Dozens of people

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striding aggressively toward them.

stage five grandmaster with sparse white hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded a fierce aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with disdain

well have the word ‘villain’ written

of the Freeman Martial Alliance. He had terrifying strength, considering he was a

grandmaster.

courtyard fell silent. The

too afraid to

“Mr. Freeman…”

greeted the man with