My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Looking at the collapse, Duncan waved his hand, sending all the broken chunks of cement flying. "Hurry

up..."

Darius and Mikael quickly escorted the founding figure into a bulletproof car. The chauffeur floored the gas pedal and shot out even before the door completely closed.

The huge concrete slab crashed down right where the car had been parked, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Boris looked at Peter's flesh amidst the ruins, his brows furrowing together. "The fact that Peter and Wilson were killed in less than three minutes means they were facing at least two peak Mystique Loyalty Realm experts!" Black Gem pointed southwest. "They went that way!"

Duncan's eyes lit up with excitement. "I sensed Nash's aura. He must be coming over."

Boris' gaze darkened. "Nash?"

Duncan nodded. "It's no mistake. I'm very familiar with his aura."

Black Gem's eyes narrowed. "It's only been a short while yet he has already reached the peak stage?"

Nash had just broken through to the Mystique Loyalty Realm two months ago and killed The Swordsman. Now, two months later, he was at the peak of the realm. The speed of his cultivation was truly monstrous. Duncan licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, Peter. I'll avenge you!"

Saying that. he turned into a blur and soared into the air.

"Since Nash has come looking for trouble, let's kill him," Boris said solemnly.

he also vanished on the

to White Gem and asked, "What

his eyes and replied,

there's deception or not, Nash must not be allowed to live. His cultivation speed is too terrifying!" Black

nodded. "Then

the next moment, the group transformed into

...

left behind a peak Mystique Loyalty Realm expert from the Aoen Sect and over 20 Profound Reality

to be in his 40s in the living room. He was dressed in tight black clothes. He was looking at a girl who was kneeling before him with a sinister smile

want your family to be harmed, would he? Serve me. Do it well and I'll spare your grandfather as well

disobey. Biting her lip, she stood up and

roared, "W-What are you doing?! We already surrendered. You can't harm

the face from a distance, his voice cold as he said, "What right does a prisoner have to speak?" "Don't hit my

rushed to the couch, tears streaming

figure and smiled evilly. "Serve me well and I won't harm

Dalia's face turn pale, and

She's

Darcus, which was intended to

turned cold.