My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

After saying those words, Nash immediately hung up the phone.

Hera pursed her lips and curiously asked, “How did you know he’s a suitor?”

Hunter was the son of the Hill family in Jonford.

The Hills were Baroque’s biggest client.

Ever since Hunter came to the branch company last week to inspect the production line, he had been relentlessly pursuing Hera.

Hera had heard about Hunter being an extreme playboy a long time ago.

He had slept with not just one or two but dozens of women.

Nash chuckled and said, “You’re so beautiful. It’s only natural for you to have several suitors!”

Hearing Nash complimenting her, Hera’s face became even redder.

However, the two of them started to open up and have longer conversations.

After getting to know some basic information about each other, Hera took Nash out to buy some change of clothes.

Once they entered the elevator, Hera did not waste any time.

Her fingers flew across her phone’s keyboard as she sent a message to a three-person WhatsApp group.

Rara: [Dad, Mom, I’m taking Nash out to buy some clothes!]

Harrison: [If this is about PDA, there’s no need to tell us. If it’s about money, talk to your mother!]

Lauren: [I just wired you 50 grand. Go get some good clothes in the city and don’t let others look down on us!]

Harrison: [50 grand???]

Lauren: [Any objections?]

Harrison: [No, no, of course not!]

Hera then received a message about a change in her account balance.

Her original balance was 100 grand, and her current balance was 150 grand.

Hera smiled happily and immediately replied in the group chat: [Thank you, Mommy. Love you!]

Hera was 1.68 meters tall, while Nash was nearly 1.9 meters tall, so he could easily see Hera’s chat content.

It seemed that his future mother-in-law was quite generous toward him.

His lips curled up, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

Birds of a feather flocked together, indeed.

Helena’s family was undoubtedly snobbish.

family truly accepted him, a poor

to use some connections to quietly

arrived outside the complex, and Hera hailed a taxi.

you 30

owner of a company at first glance and demanded a fare of 30

Why you… Forget it, 30

she should not be too bothered about the 30

street and asked, “Isn’t there a

“Those are all low-end brands. As my fiance, you should

“Clothes are for modesty and improving one’s image, not for showing

child that shallow water was noisy, and deep water was quiet. If he wanted to achieve great things, he had to learn to be low-key and

chuckled and said, “Are you trying to help

“Are

Hera was caught off guard by the

which 80 grand was to be used to settle payments with suppliers, leaving

would not have dared to suggest

older cousin is snobbish.

deserve respect and ignore those who don’t. Why care

knuckles. Her face

up at his sharply defined profile,

the commercial street and headed toward a Haier

van stopped on

opened, and a dozen masked men with

“You go in first. I have

with her best friend on the phone at

walked

around and walked toward the group of masked

his gaze turning as sharp as a knife while his presence was like a fierce dragon emerging from

thugs was not even a tenth as

movement, they all groaned and fell to

lifted one of the masked men and questioned,

out of his wits

“Hunter Hill?”

it’s him… He wants to see the corpse of the man who’s

kill me?” Nash narrowed his eyes and

I… I wouldn’t

If he provokes me again, I’ll emasculate

I’ll definitely

“Get lost!”

threw the masked man five meters away, attracting the attention of

suddenly, he turned his head and glanced

just one look, he withdrew his gaze and

group of masked men got into the van

of the Rolls-Royce on the side of the road, a burly

next to him, an elderly man with silver hair but a spirited demeanor nodded. “He

was astonished and asked, “Are you

Herman Lewis has advanced stomach cancer and probably won’t live for more than half a month. Let’s observe for a while

and Nash returned to the apartment carrying a large pile

them,

buy clothes

the sofa, staring at the bags of clothes scattered all over the

her, Hera