My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1796

Lana turned around slowly. Her expression was neither sad nor happy. Her eyes were as clear as water. Her red lips slightly parted as she said, "To repay Lana's help for my reincarnation, I'll help the Jacksons avoid one crisis. We're now even!" Edwin smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Ancient Immortal!"

Lana did not say anything more. She turned around and disappeared.

The Jacksons' fortune was pretty good. As long as they did not provoke Nash, they would be infinitely glorious in the next few hundred years.

Nash returned to Empire Hotel. After washing up, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated to cultivate his soul energy.

With his current strength, he could deal with the four experts at the Profound Oriental Realm from the Kleins. However, he was still worried that there would be more terrifying opponents from the Church of the Netherworld.

After all, he witnessed an expert at the Tribulation Realm who tore apart space and saved his life. If Drakonia had experts at the Tribulation Realm, what more the Western cultivators abroad?

Just when Nash was about to enter meditation, his cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

He grabbed it with telekinesis, and the phone flew into his hand.

It was a video call from Hera.

call. He had a small smile on his face. "Honey, long

and asked, "Why didn't you call

back. I thought you

have waned and you don't love me

I won't do it

better!" Hera did not pursue the matter further. She also knew that Nash was in a

you still up so late?" Nash noticed that Hera's eyes were a little red. He asked in a gentle tone, "Did you just cry? Who

pursed her red lips, shook her head, and said, "I got sand in my eyes just now when I

not bring up the

that Hera might be sad because of the Skyes' tragedy. He also tacitly avoided the topic. They both

"By the way, are you in

"I'm in Capiton!"

recently. If it's convenient

I'll stop by the Mares' place tomorrow to check things out. What's wrong? Have we become strangers now that we haven't seen

en

green pajamas, on the screen with a half-smile