My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1195

“What a load of rubbish!” Whitebeard sneered.

Nash slapped Whitebeard in the face.

His mouth and nose were bleeding. Several of his teeth even flew out.

The Borleys trembled slightly.

Nash glanced at Whitebeard and asked casually, “Was I talking to

you?”

Whitebeard gritted his teeth but was helpless. He secretly vowed to kill this little bastard when he joined the Southern Martial Alliance.

Cindel took a deep breath. “Why should we believe you?”

Nash turned to look at the villa. Yellow Crane quickly walked to him

with his hands behind his back.

With an angry look on his face, he stared at one of the men and shouted, “Who are you to Iron Will Borley?”

The middle-aged man trembled all over. His eyes widened as he hesitated, “I… I am his great-grandson!”

Iron Will Borley was his great-grandfather’s nickname. Except for members of the family, it was impossible for outsiders to know.

Yellow Crane said angrily, “Iron Will Borley is my great-grandson. I’m Greg Borley, your ancestor!”

Everyone in the Borleys looked at each other.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, “I

it. This is too ridiculous!”

and asked Greg, who had possessed

you possess their body?”

his head. “They have strong

possess them. The Snow man was infected with dark

out his light

hand to draw a seal and used

light.

above Cindel’s head.

left Yellow Crane and took a

Cindel’s face. “Do you believe

don’t believe

every night!”

gulped and whispered, “Dad..

ancestor?”

his head. “I don’t

supernatural!”

was furious. “Damn it, I can’t stand you!”

angrily, “Cindel, how can you talk to our

a moment and

to have such an unpleasant name!”

Nash almost choked.

don’t believe me, then I’ll

his finger and wrote a runic incantation on the palm

his left hand.

left hand

incantation shot up

the wind and clouds surged. The dark