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.

next to the woman stood

"You-"

chance to speak and slapped him to

They had seen tough people but never someone this ruthless! He was a

face and

of shock. It was not until the scion started calling for backup that he snapped out

Nash's face, and his pupils constricted in surprise. He was

time no see, Pup!"

crap, it's really

gave the man a hearty

Peach Village at the foot of Tili Mountain, and Nash often played there when he was five to 15 years old. Ryan, affectionately

bird nests, caught fish, and even stole 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 the grass, they talked about their dreams. "Ryan, what's your dream?" Nash

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

about his dream. Nash replied, "My dream is to become as strong as

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