My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

A car drove by, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust over ten meters high.

"Oh, damn it. Go to hell!" A 15 to 16-year-old student turned around, flipping two middle fingers at the passing car, eliciting laughter from his companions.

One of the seven or eight-year-old girls also turned around. She skipped back, giggling and cursing at the retreating car along with her brother, "Go to hell, go to hell!"

As she walked, she suddenly found herself in the middle of the road. Amidst the sandstorm, a truck blared its horn frantically, its hazard lights flashing continuously.

The truck was carrying five coils of steel, and the driver dared not hit the brakes too hard.

By the time the little girl realized, the truck was already upon her.

The group of students screamed in terror, and the truck driver's face turned pale as he closed his eyes in despair.

Just as the truck was about to hit the little girl, a well-defined hand pressed against the massive front of the truck. The back of the truck lifted, but the coils of steel remained motionless. The truck driver did not even feel the inertia. It was as if his truck had been frozen in place in an instant.

"Holy sh-Superman?"

"An immortal!"

"It's Ultraman!"

excitedly as they looked at Nash. He was standing in the middle of the sandstorm, but the sandstorm did not touch him at all. It was as if an invisible dome-shaped protective shield was surrounding

"That's definitely a superhero!"

not linger

you!" the eight-year-old girl shouted with

truck driver got down from the truck, his legs still trembling. He followed the children's gaze but did

he really encounter

truck driver looked at the girl with a mix of fear and amusement. "Kids, don't walk in the middle of the road next

girl nodded with a pout.

driver sighed,

his pocket, and

some

did not, the little girl, would have been in danger. He vowed to himself that he would never transport steel coils again, no

...

Pushing open the glass doors, he entered

immediately approached him. He asked respectfully, "Excuse me, are

Calcraft," Nash replied

not a speck of dust on him. "I'll dine first." Nash thought it would be convenient

me, Mr. Calcraft!" the manager said then led Nash to a