My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1939

Beau looked troubled, not knowing how to begin.

Clint noticed Beau's unease but did not think much of it. After all, coming from a prominent family in the South Territory, how could his brother possibly have come to any harm? Following his master and the elders, Clint walked through the gates of the Melton Mansion.

As he entered, he tried to recall his father's appearance. Did he have a beard? Did he wear glasses? Clint could not remember. It had been too long since he last saw his parents.

The first floor of the Melton Mansion could hardly be called a living room. It was grandly decorated and spacious enough to accommodate nearly 2,000 people. It could easily be mistaken for a luxurious banquet hall. Clint's master, Amell Casimir, who was usually stern, entered the room with a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Reggie, long time no see!"

"Hahaha, Father Casimir! I've been expecting you! Please have a seat!"

remaining strands of hair, and his few teeth seemed to be barely holding on. Despite this, his laugh was hearty and genuine. "That voice," Clint said, surprised but

"Dad?" Clint asked incredulously.

Clint. Let your old

master, who nodded in

You've grown well! Clint, tell me, what stage

six feet three. However, next to his father, he felt like his height meant nothing. Awkward, uneasy, and nervous, he swayed slightly before glancing at his master again. With another nod of encouragement, Clint finally

I've reached the Profound

Profound Oriental Realm? Remarkable! Truly remarkable!

joy, old man?" The South Warden, Artoile,

even more excited upon seeing Artoile.

Artoile said, sitting beside Reggie. "And who might this

ears as he pointed at