My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1573

Miriam was so angry she was trembling. “You're the one who was trying to curry favor with them, and now you're trying to blame us!"

Saskia looked at Nash with tears in her eyes. "Sir, please don't listen to her nonsense... She..."

"That's enough!" Nash interrupted Saskia and looked at the surveillance camera at the door. "Is the camera at the entrance working?"

Sammy immediately responded, "It's working. I'll go get the surveillance footage now!"

Saskia's pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned as pale as paper as she panicked. They were so close that everything she said just now might have been recorded.

Darcus nudged Dima with his arm. Understanding the signal, Dima stepped forward confidently. "Commander Calcraft, let me handle this. Please continue with your meal."

Nash thought for a moment and then said, "Don't be too harsh."

From Sammy's willingness to retrieve the surveillance footage, it was clear that the issue was not with her and her mother. He was concerned that Dima might be too hard-handed and so gave a slight reminder.

Nash and his companions entered the restaurant. The soldiers immediately stood up and greeted them. Euria poured a glass of wine for Nash, who raised it and said, "Comrades, you've worked hard today. Allow me to make this toast to everyone here!"

With that, he drank the wine in one gulp. The soldiers also raised their glasses and shouted, "Cheers to the commander!" and downed their wine.

Next, it was Dallas' turn to toast everyone.

Feeling as if she had received a pardon, Saskia quickly pulled her son and ran off.

Dima glanced at Sammy, who had been slapped, and asked in a low voice, "What's your relationship with Mr. Calcraft?"

"We... We're friends," Sammy replied softly. "I helped him before, and he's helped me too." She kept her head down, gripping her dress tightly with both hands. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she faced the business tycoon before her. She was still underage, just a child.

“You should go and tend to your wounds first,” Dima said slowly.

"Thank you, Mr. Dima," Sammy said respectfully. Then, she helped her mother toward the pharmacy across the street. Dima stepped aside and took out his phone to contact his secretary.