My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

The Weaver family, on the other hand, fell to become a third-tier family and were even struggling to hold their ground in Capiton. Given these facts, it was evident that Southern Heaven Pharmaceuticals had a backing as solid as steel.

The elite families native to Jonford were aware of this since they knew the company was owned by the notorious Lady Demon of Jonford. They never imagined her support to be this formidable, however. A key figure from a second-tier family in Jonford spoke up solemnly, "Son, when we get back, make sure to note in our family records that we must never provoke Southern Heaven Pharmaceuticals." "Dad, I wrote it down a few days ago!"

"Well done, my child!" The old man stroked his beard in satisfaction.

Hera turned to Luther and said, "Drakonia is a nation of etiquette, where mutual respect and reciprocity have always been held in high regard.

"As a decision-maker of a large enterprise, you're using your power to bully others and strut around arrogantly. Is that all the depth you have?"

Luther's neck turned red, but he found himself speechless. Ultimately, the fault lay with his party today. He had indeed intended to use his power to bully others, but who could have expected his random targeting of a person to draw out so many top-tier forces?

The muscles in Fredrich's face twitched. When Hera's gaze turned toward him, he quickly turned and made a hasty retreat.

Stone Group? Who gave a rat's ass about them?

might be able to go up against them, but with the Sloans of Henley City and Universal Group jumping into the fray, things had escalated beyond his capacity. The Blanco and Sloan families might be business kings, but Universal

now? Why don't you act tough again for daddy to see?" he

now miserable young man in a white

tipsy after a few drinks, Rosella decided to confront Luther directly. Eyes narrowed on Luther, she asked, "Mr. Marcon, do you need me to have someone

darkened, feeling

for now," the young man in the white suit whispered, fearful that Luther might recklessly start a conflict with the King

he would be affected, given he was the main

breath, Luther finally turned

as if a weight had been lifted off his

had almost triggered a

and said gently, "Mr. Elrog, it's getting late. The ceremony should begin

tone was soft but tinged with an undertone of annoyance that seemed directed at him. Elrog felt a pang of bitterness. His niece seemed

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