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!"

students 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

"That's definitely a superhero!"

linger but

shouted with her hands cupped around

the truck, his legs still trembling. He followed the children's

he really encounter an

mix of fear and amusement. "Kids, don't

with a pout.

driver sighed,

from his

buy some candy!"

he did not, the little girl, would have been in danger. He vowed to himself that he

...

Pushing open the glass doors,

suit and leather shoes immediately approached him. He asked respectfully, "Excuse me,

Nash

that there was not a speck of dust on him. "I'll dine first."

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