My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2410

At that moment, Thresmund stepped in front of Dusky.

"Master, look at this situation. We're all family here. Why resort to such violence?" Thresmund said, trying to smooth things over.

Dusky looked at Thresmund with confusion at first, then recalled his fragment.

"So, it’s you. This doesn’t concern you. Stay out of it," Dusky said dismissively.

"Master, don’t be angry. My father can be stubborn and blunt. He’s only acting this way because of the pressure from above. Howl told us that there’s going to be a major change in the East District, so my father came to stop you.

"Please don’t be upset. My old man might not be good with words, but don’t take it personally," Thresmund continued, trying to pacify Dusky.

Dusky said nothing as he stared at the kneeling Thresmund, his thoughts unknown.

Thresmund was not someone who was easily intimidated. Compared to his father, he was far more adept at handling interpersonal matters.

While his father was an exorcist, Thresmund's destiny had led him down the path of immortality, so their paths were quite different. Thresmund had no intention of becoming an exorcist himself.

Thresmund’s kneeling angered Maxim even more, who disapproved of his son's approach.

"Impudent brat! Why are you kneeling to him? Get up now!" Maxim shouted.

"Dad, calm down. Don’t be so hasty. Listen to me. The person in front of us has a close relationship with our ancestor, Howl. I’m essentially kneeling on behalf of him. What’s wrong with that? Please don’t be angry," Thresmund tried to reason with his father.

“You brat!”

At this moment, the fox demon, Harkin, approached.

"Master Dusky, what brings you here?" Harkin asked respectfully.

"What else could it be if not the god selection process? In about two years, the Divine Awakening will commence. Do you think there's any need for you to waste time here?"

"I’ve thought of an idea. Would you please hear me out?"

“Go ahead,” Dusky agreed.

“How many people do you plan to select from us?” Thresmund.

“One or two.”

“If that’s the case, you don’t need to make such a grand display of your godly power to set up a barrier. We have an event coming up soon.”

“What event?”

“The Myriad Immortals Gathering.”

“I’ve heard of it.”