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?

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

all tough just now? Why don't

man in a white suit and sweated

"Mr. Marcon, do you need me

darkened, feeling completely slighted

run out of firewood. Let's leave for now," the young man in the white suit whispered, fearful that Luther might recklessly start a

affected, given he was the

breath, Luther finally turned around and left,

sigh of relief, feeling as if a weight

absurd!" A seating dispute had almost triggered a clash

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

with an undertone of annoyance that seemed directed at him. Elrog felt a pang of bitterness. His niece seemed to dislike him once

walked to the front