My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Casey was completely baffled. Had he... encountered a madman? "Sir, I'm of an advanced age. I can't withstand this sort of torment.

"I have many young and fit bodyguards downstairs, you see..." His face burned with embarrassment, his heart in turmoil. Even if tastes differed, they should not involve an old man like him. Nash's eyebrows furrowed. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

His cold gaze made Casey's breathing halt. In the end, he could only acquiesce as his life was more important. He walked over to the couch opposite Nash, turned around, and untied his belt to his bathrobe. As the robe fell, a black lotus mark on his back came into view.

Nash activated his Third Eye and examined the black lotus mark, noting countless complex lines interwoven throughout Casey's body that went as deep as to entangle with his soul.

"Sir, please proceed..." Casey supported himself on the couch, looking as if he was enduring humiliation.

"How much do you know about the Church of the Netherworld?" Nash asked.

Casey froze for a few seconds, then turned around and stared intently at Nash. "Who exactly are you?" "You only need to answer my question," Nash replied calmly.

Casey scrambled to put on his bathrobe that

was able to find you, it's because

don't know what you're talking about. Just get out, get out now!" Casey, losing control of his emotions, even grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table's fruit plate and held

Casey's soul and

and sat on the couch, gasping

a young voice echoed behind

swiftly inserted a golden needle into Casey's spine. Fingers forming a seal, he struck

No. 7 at the top of the hill in Gladwell, Nash had just landed when a white figure floated

his hands

looked at the person Nash was carrying on

the middle of the

asked,