My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2385

"This is really nice," said Warick.

Jules then said with a smile, "What's with the long face when you've finally got some time off?"

"Oh, it's nothing, captain. I was just thinking how wonderful it is to be young, to keep chasing your dreams," Warick replied.

Jules laughed heartily and patted Warick on the shoulder.

"You're not taking a dig at me, are you?"

"No way! I wouldn't dare..." Warick started, but Jules reached into his bag and pulled out a promotion notice.

Warick stared at the document in bewilderment.

"Captain, what's this?"

"It's for you, of course. Just sign your name at the top. Because of your contributions in the last case, the higher-ups have decided to promote you. How does that sound? Excited?"

"Yes, yes!" Warick nodded eagerly.

Jules gave Warick's shoulder another hearty pat.

"Haha, that's great. There's no need to envy anyone. Aren't you chasing your dreams too? You silly boy."

Warick burst into tears, nodding excitedly. He suddenly stood up.

"Everyone! Great news!"

The group turned to look at Warick.

Warick spoke with a strong, resonant voice.

"Thanks to Astin and Charlotte's help, I've been promoted. To show my gratitude and to celebrate our lovely couple, today's meal is on me! Don't leave after we finish. Let's keep the fun going elsewhere. Everything today is on me!"

The group erupted in cheers.

"Warick, you're the best!"

Their company's game had finally launched smoothly after yet another delay. The players' feedback was overwhelmingly positive, proving that Clint's hard work during this time had not been in vain.

At last, he could get a good night's sleep.

However, just as he was about to drift off, he suddenly remembered something important—something Dusky had told him.

"Ronan might meet the criteria for becoming a god." Dusky had advised Clint to keep an eye on him, but Clint had been so caught up with the company's matters that he had almost forgotten.

"It can wait until tomorrow," Clint said to himself, too exhausted to do anything else.

He quickly fell asleep, figuring there was no rush. After all, Ronan was his brother-in-law—he would not be going anywhere. Clint decided he would look into it the next day.

...

In the pitch-black night, Ronan found himself in a secluded corner of the Melton family's estate. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, my body still can't adapt, can it?"