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!"

shouted 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

"That's definitely a superhero!"

not linger but

shouted with her hands cupped

truck, his legs still

crap! Did he really

the girl with a mix of fear and amusement. "Kids,

with

sighed,

his pocket,

little girl. "I must've given you a scare just now. Take this money and buy some candy!" After giving them

was an extremely dangerous situation just now. If he had hit the brakes, he would have been in danger; if he did not, the little girl, would have been in danger. He vowed to himself that he would never transport steel coils again, no matter how

...

at the Empire Hotel. Pushing open the glass doors,

shoes immediately approached him. He asked

Nash Calcraft," Nash replied with a polite

dine first or go to your room to freshen up?" The manager looked Nash up and down, noticing that there was not a speck of dust on him. "I'll dine first."

follow me, Mr. Calcraft!" the manager said then led