My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

The second-in-command was puzzled. "Who exactly is this Nash guy that even you, our boss, are wary of?"

Pablo gave the second-in-command a sidelong glance. "It's not just me. Even my younger brother, the major in the Eastern Territory, has to show him respect!" Pablo's words sounded like muffled thunder in everyone's ears.

Well, who here did not know the boss' younger brother?

Hernando Larsen was a major in the Eastern Territory, a three-star captain on active duty.

Even he respected this person named Nash.

Moreover, it was not just mere respect; it was more like he revered Nash.

Would that not make Nash equivalent to a colonel?

Pablo glanced lightly at the others. "Do you know how the Green Bamboo Association was wiped out?"

The Grand Gang's second-in-command replied, "The Northern Territory suppressed the Green Bamboo Association. A colonel personally commanded the battle!"

At this revelation, everyone's expressions froze.

A colonel was an existence close to that of a war god.

Pablo continued, "As far as I know, Nash has a very close relationship with Colonel Stellar Orwell from the Northern Territory. When the National Martial Bureau imprisoned Nash in a secret base in Mount Tame, Stellar dispatched two elite divisions to rescue Nash...

"At that time, my brother also went. Four majors from the Western Territory and Eastern Territory all went, but even with the pressure from the National Martial Bureau, it was to no avail for the Northern Territory!"

With this revelation, both the Grand Gang's second-in-command and the high-ranking members of the Grand Gang could not help but gasp in shock.

Joe's already pale face turned as white as a sheet.

Despair!

Utter despair!

Bostin

that

could be lawless just because he was

dared

not even

Pablo sighed slowly.

turned pale, and

was not terrifying

had dispatched two trump cards to protect him. There was even a possibility that he was Stellar's own son. "Do you know about the gathering at the

in a lowered

gathering you

that Nash hosted that gathering, attracting

Dead silence.

large stone was pressing down on their chests,

chuckled bitterly. "Then surviving under his hand is a stroke of luck

aware. Even if he killed you, we wouldn't be

personally

hand you

over to him!

matter. It was the folks from Huevo

you people before

it. If it weren't

and