My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2421

The group's enthusiasm was quickly sparked.

Outside the private room, Thresmund listened for a moment before turning to leave. Just then, three men and a woman approached him.

"Thresmund, the competition is tomorrow. Are you nervous?" Kalo asked.

Thresmund nodded. "I'm a little bit as we're facing different opponents. How about you guys?"

Anox nodded in agreement, but Kalo was brimming with confidence as he said, "As long as I don't face Anox, I'm definitely in the clear."

"Me?" Anox pointed to himself in confusion.

"Because you're really strong, Anox," said a bespectacled boy with a mushroom haircut from behind.

Thresmund looked back and asked, "How about you, Chevy?"

The boy was Chevy Wood, the Wood family's son. As he pushed up his glasses, Chevy said, "Of course. The competition is full of experts, but I'll give my all to show everyone the Woods' strength—not just our intelligence but also our top-notch power."

"Haha, you've been influenced by them again…" said the girl beside Chevy.

Thresmund turned to her next. "What about you, Teresa?"

"Me?" The girl, Teresa Gallagher, did not seem too concerned about the competition.

"Well, my dad insisted that I join. He was talking about restoring the family's glory and how I must do my duty. As long as I don't lose too badly and embarrass the old man, I'm fine."

"How can you say that? Be more confident!" Chevy said while patting Teresa on the back.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

Anox and Kalo spoke up in unison, "Are you okay, Teresa?"

"Understood, Dad."

After Maxim left, Thresmund sat in another private room in the hotel, waiting. Suddenly, the door swung open. Thresmund assumed it was the elders and quickly stood to greet them.

However, it was not the elders—it was Philemon Troyer. Thresmund immediately felt tense. Although Philemon and his father seemed to get along well, almost like brothers, Thresmund could not bring himself to fully trust him.

"Mr. Philemon, what brings you here?"

"Now, now, Thresmund. You can just call me Phil, and that's good enough for me. I'll get straight to the point.

"If, and I mean if, you were asked to kill your foster father with your own hands, would you do it?"

Thresmund shot up from his seat. "What do you mean by that?!"