My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1536

Chapter 1536

Nash gazed deeply at Hera, feeling moved in his heart.

She was asking him to resolve the conflict with the Cricton and Thoran families.

The woman was just so considerate and understanding. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

Tatiana also understood Hera's meaning instantly , and her eyes welled up with tears. "Hera..."

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Hence, Nash walked toward the Crictons’ table while holding his wine glass.

Philix swirled the red wine in his tall glass, his face full of smiles. "Nash has truly found himself a capable wife!"

He had been eavesdropping on the conversation at the neighboring table just now.

He had heard all of Hera's words and was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law.

Stellar exclaimed, "Nash is so lucky, and he's also very outstanding. His future achievements may even surpass yours!"

Philix was extremely proud. "Of course, just look at whose offspring he is!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Caspian casually from the corners of his eyes and added, "Unlike someone else's son, who’s 30 years old and still can't even become a major!"

Caspian's tall glass made a cracking sound in his hand.

Stellar was sweating profusely.

When did the North Warden learn to be so sarcastic?

At that moment, Nash had arrived at the Crictons’ table.

All of the Crictons wore expressions of utter disappointment.

They were sitting in their chairs in a daze.

When Dallas saw Nash approaching , he immediately showed a hostile expression . "Commander Calcraft , are you here to humiliate us again?"

"Grandpa Cricton, I'm here to drink with you!"

Theodore said gravely, "Be careful. If we really make him bleed from the stomach, we won't be able to handle the consequences!"

"I hope you people don't disappoint me," Nash said casually.

Theodore slammed the table. "Arrogant and reckless!

Someone, go fetch Drunkard Cricton over!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

The Thoran family had a mad drinker, a distant relative from the eighth branch.

He never went without alcohol, having won numerous competitions for drinking.

If the patriarch invited him over, was he not essentially sentencing the commander of the Celestial Dragon Squadron to his death?

Nash's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. This seemed to have escalated rather quickly.

Soon, all four tables were pushed together.