My Substitute CEO Bride

The Ink Veit Sect's uniform was quite intricate, leaving Nash puzzled despite studying it for a while. Seeing Nash's eager expression, Melody wrapped her arms around his neck and teased, "Don't Hera and Sienna satisfy you?" Nash nibbled on Melody's neck and asked, "Have you been in touch with Sienna?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then how do you know I've slept with her?" Nash asked, surprised.

"It's been so long. If you hadn't won her over by now, I'd look down on you!"

"Your clothes are too complicated. Hurry up and take them off yourself!" Nash said impatiently.

"No way!" Melody turned her face away. She wanted to tease Nash a little.

Nash ripped Melody's clothes right away.

"You brute! You're too much... Ah..." Melody blushed furiously as she looked at Nash with feigned terror. Of course, it was all an act. They had been together for a long time, and a bit of role-playing added some excitement. She understood that well! "Uh... Your underwear..."

Nash's eyes were met with a vivid red. It was a visually intense and stimulating sight.

"You brute, let go of me! I'm going to scream!" Melody exclaimed and struggled with all her might, but the more she resisted, the more excited Nash became.

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Melody fell into a deep sleep after several rounds of intimacy.

Nash tucked her in with the blanket and lightly kissed her forehead. Then, he put on his clothes and left the room.

He found Lydia and passed her instructions on how to condense her abstract energy into a nascent soul. Lydia had abstract energy, but for nearly 500 years, she had been unable to condense it into a nascent soul.

Could it be that even his mighty master did not have the method for it? Or perhaps he did but did not want to share it?

Nash chose to believe the former. After all, Johnathan and Lydia had once shared beautiful memories. Nash believed there was a reason why Johnathan did not want to spend his life with Lydia.

Leaving the Marabou Mountains, Nash took out his phone and called Maverick, but his phone was turned off. Nash then called Theo.

"Nash," Theo answered, his voice hoarse.

"What's wrong?" Nash asked.

Theo coughed twice, then chuckled dryly. "Been smoking too much, and I've been a bit under the weather these past few days. I caught a little cold!"

"Take care of yourself!" Nash admonished with concern.

"What are your orders?" Theo asked cautiously.

"Do you know anyone in the Northwest? I need to go there tonight."

"Yeah, Maverick. I'll call him right away!"

"I tried calling him already, but I couldn't reach him. Just find someone and make the necessary arrangements."

"In that case, head straight to Bint City. There's an Empire Hotel there. I'll have them arrange a room for you!" Theo said after ascertaining the city that had a branch hotel in the Northwest region.

"Okay. How's business lately?"

"We had some trouble recently, but it's all sorted now."

"Take care and get some rest," Nash said with a smile before hanging up.

In the Skye family's private hotel in Capiton, The sat on the bed, smoking. He had a look of bewilderment. Nash was more

talkative this time. However net

could not shake off the feeling of unfamiliarity. It was as if they had grown apart.

Theo picked up a laptop from nearby and continued sending messages in a WeChat group named 'Salome Empire.'

...

In Bint City in the Northwest, there

was currently a sandstorm raging through. A thin layer of yellow dust had settled on the roads, and the buildings were stained with @sandy hue.

On the empty road, three to five students wearing raincoats, masks, and goggles were chasing and playing with each other.