My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

If it were not for the Spirit Parade Umbrella, Gwendolyn would have likely gotten hit despite giving her all.

Gwendolyn coldly said, "Shouldn't you thank my grandmother for not pursuing this matter anymore?"

Nash looked at her with disdain. "Am I the one pursuing the matter or is it you?"

Then, he arranged his hands into a gesture of respect to the old woman. "Senior, you brought my girlfriend up the mountain to train and now she's been bullied. Don't you owe me an explanation?"

Overwhelmed, Melody tugged at Nash's sleeve, her eyes welling with tears. Despite feeling deeply moved, the sect master and Gwendolyn had been genuinely kind to her. She did not want to see Nash continue this argument.

Nash took Melody's hand and said gently, "Come down the mountain with me. If you want to become stronger, I can help you!"

Melody bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't want to leave the mountain!"

The mysteries of the Mystery Gate Escape Art were endless, and she had been absorbing the knowledge quickly these past few days. She found it fascinating. Most importantly, there were plenty of cultivation resources here. She did not want to waste Nash's resources. "What is it that you want?" the old woman asked calmly.

"Have them kneel and apologize to my girlfriend. Make them swear never to bully her again! Otherwise, I'll take her away!" Seeing Melody's firm decision to stay, Nash abandoned the idea of forcibly taking her away.

chuckled, her expression a mix of amusement and nostalgia. "You and your master truly are birds of a feather!" Her thoughts drifted back

Aoen Sect had forcibly brought her to the sect to make her his Path companion.

of the third-rate sects. They never recovered.

old woman

responded, clasping

apologize!" she ordered

idea of kneeling before a junior who had just joined the

old woman's expression turned stern as she released her

knelt with his hands supporting him on the ground. Clenching his teeth, he spat out, "I'm

with fear and quickly turned to Melody, stammering, "Junior, I'm sorry.

well," the sect master commanded

to say through gritted teeth while enduring the

Nash asked with a

up. I don't blame you. There's much for me to