My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

The waiter was an ordinary-looking man. He was slightly stocky but had an honest appearance.

The man whose shirt was stained with juice stood up, grabbed the waiter's collar, and shouted angrily, "You useless piece of crap! Do you know how much this shirt costs?"

The waiter stammered miserably, "Sir, it was an accident. How about I take it to the best dry cleaners in Bint City..."

The patrons here were either rich or powerful. It was not uncommon for a single garment to cost over a million. Spending a bit of money to get it cleaned at the best dry cleaners was better than compensating for the whole outfit. "Clean, my ass! Get on your knees and apologize!" The man roared before slapping the waiter across the face. The slap, however, never landed on the waiter's face. Instead, it struck Nash's hand.

The scion paused before shooting a glare at Nash. "You want to meddle in this, huh?"

Nash responded with a backhand slap, sending the scion flying. He had initially intended to reason with the man, but some people just needed to be dealt with aggressively. The entire restaurant was stunned into silence.

"What the hell? How dare he hit someone? And in the Empire Hotel, no less?"

A woman wearing heavy make-up adorned with gold and silver stood up. She began to spew profanities, "You blind dog! Do you know who you just hit?"

Nash slapped the woman and sent her flying too.

man sitting next

"You-"

him a chance to speak and slapped him

two remaining people shrank back, staring at the floor in fear. They had seen tough people but never someone this ruthless! He was a

then, the scion had already gotten up to his feet. He clutched his swollen face and pulled out his phone to call his bodyguards. "I've been hit. Get

not until the scion started calling for backup that he snapped

his pupils constricted in surprise. He was

see, Pup!" Nash

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of Tili Mountain, and Nash often played there when he was five to 15 years old. Ryan, affectionately known as Pup, was Nash's closest friend since they

the village head's prized black rooster, which he had raised for two and a half years. They even had competitions to see who could run the farthest. When Ryan graduated from middle school at 14, their paths began to diverge. One day, while lying on

his father between his fingers Ryan grinned and said, "My dream is to get into a good university, marry a rich and beautiful

dream is to become as

had a