My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

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Irin Nash’s view, Barton offered to help because he wanted Nash to

ccure Baden’s illness.

BBack when Bradley ran into trouble at Motadine, Nash had sought hhelp from the Bullhogs, and they had responded by sending several

Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists to his rescue.

WWWide they did not arrive at the scene in time, they nevertheless.

ninanaged to rescue Bradley.

As such, Nash was indebted to them.

Instead of repaying the favor, Nash sought their help again. Once agaththey agreed to help and sent Regulus to his rescue without

hesaatioon.

This timesBBadon brought along three Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists, markiing the third time Nash had received help from the

Bullhogs.s.

Tremendously grateful for their help, Nash vowed to cure Ba

illness no matter whhat.

“I left in a hurry, sod ditian bbring Baden along. Besides…”

Barton scanned the crowd and continued with a smile, “Let’s get

through the day first! We connak bbout that later!”

Hearing this, Nash felt a surgo@bformation welling up inside him once

again.

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want to bring Baden with him because

well

wine and gave it a little swirl while saying, “Let’s toast to our

did not need to be

Bullhogs would be his friends

idea, Barton popped open a

Some of

did not care.

wine, but Barton did not care

things, Nash could not help but stifle

found himself taken aback by Barton’s disregard for wine

that Barton was from Motadine, where such formalities likely held little

to let these differences get in the way of the

with Nash’s and gulped down his

the same.

erupted in the crowd, and

toward the entrance.

Barton saw Harold

with a group of people dressed in strange

group seemed to be in his mid-20s.

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sharp, but his face was ghostly pale,

bloodshot.

her spine. She fixed her

and whispered, “Nash, why do I feel like he came from the

underworld?”

given the man’s ghastly pale skin. It was as if his blood had run dry.

and said, “I bet he’s been practicing sorcery!”

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smell of both red and white wine wafting from his glass. Frowning slightly, he gulped down a few