My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

"Hello, Mr. Lee!" Nash greeted with a smile.

"Hi, Mr. Lee!" Leigh, Henderson, and their families all greeted Oliver warmly. He responded with a nod and a gentle smile.

Lumi and Euria stood straight and gave a formal military salute.

"And you two are...?" Oliver looked at the twins in surprise. Their salute indicated that they were from the military or an official agency. However, instead of addressing him as a senior officer, which would be customary given his many medals, they simply saluted him. This suggested that they might hold positions similar to his own, a remarkable feat for such young military leaders. It likely implied that they were part of some internal power structure.

Euria smiled slightly and said, "We're from the Celestial Dragon Squadron."

Leigh and Henderson shivered involuntarily at the name. Despite knowing Nash for so long, they were unaware of his connection to this prestigious unit. They were uncertain about Nash's specific role within the squadron.

Hearing this, a realization dawned upon Oliver. A look of gratification came over him as he turned to Nash and said, "Good, very good. You're truly worthy of being his descendant!" Oliver figured that Nash was likely the commander of the Celestial Dragon Squadron. Nash responded with a slight smile and made a polite gesture, "After you, Mr. Lee."

"No, you first, please!" Oliver returned. If Nash truly was the commander, that would make him higher ranked than he was. Because of this, Oliver found it inappropriate to walk ahead of Nash.

formality with me," Nash said, half laughing. He then shot Lumi a reproachful look. Why reveal that they were from the Celestial Dragon Squadron so unnecessarily? It

urgency, "Everyone, board the plane now. Don't wait for me and head straight

glances, then leaped into the air toward the plane. "Euria, Lumi, Eric, ensure their safety!" Nash called out. He then transformed into a streak of light

who had just jumped, had to pull back his energy abruptly. He almost strained his back in

jaws dropping. "What...?" They were stunned. Even martial arts masters were not capable of such feats,

from the airport, four figures materialized from a mist: They were dressed in ninja attire, their faces masked. There was a ten-meter-tall humanoid shadow looming

behind

away from the quartet. Nash squinted at the massive shadow and asked, "Is

awkwardly in the Drakonian language, "It is an

spoke, the

true form. It was a red-faced figure dressed in traditional Nihon medium attire with a large nose and a pair of wings. It was wielding a staff and

this before?" Nash turned

to be created from spirits or demons that have been cultivated into

gave him a cold look. "You won't succeed. Let Nash take care of