My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2557

"Why? Why are you doing this? You're not my senior, are you? Why are you helping these villains?!" Whistler roared.

“Villains? Haha, well, thank you for the compliment,” Yellowhorn said, unusually excited. “It seems like you really don’t understand this senior of yours.”

Oakley remained silent, his expression dark. However, he still said nothing. All he wanted now was for Whistler to die and then to kill Linden. Only then could he complete his plan.

Oakley quickly moved to Whistler’s side. Without enough time to dodge, Whistler could only rely on his instincts to muster some form of defense. However, Oakley’s attack was too powerful. The moment he felt the killing intent, Whistler knew he had no chance of withstanding it.

What should he do? Was he really going to die this time?

Looking at the ferocious man before him, the image of the kind and gentle senior from his memory came overlapping. Why? Why would he do this?

There was no time left to think. As the attack was about to land, memories flashed past Whistler's mind.

It was an ordinary afternoon, and he was standing on the rooftop, watching Linden and Aurora at the mountain gate.

“It's wonderful…”

Watching the sunset and witnessing the passing of seasons, Whistler realized he had never had anyone to confide his true feelings. He had always planned to live his life in solitude. Still, why was there still a lingering sense of regret in his heart?

Was he really like an ordinary person who longed for those elusive emotions?

Yes, he could never truly deny it. The name “Whistler”, oh how beautiful it was, but was the wind the only sound he would ever hear? Was he really going to end his boring life here, in a place like this?

“No, absolutely not. At least… not now…”

He recalled the first time his master had seen him.

“Child, come with me.”

“Where to?”

“Hydra Hill.”

“Why?”

“Linden? You’re still alive?”

“Huh? You can tell it’s me?” Linden was stunned, realizing that his disguise was completely ineffective.

“That unique energy of yours, combined with that odd constitution… It’s hard not to recognize.”

“Whistler, are you okay?”

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m fine… I think…”

Just then, Whistler’s legs wobbled, and he fell to one knee, his vision blurring.

“Is it the aftermath from before? Even the residual force can cause this much damage?”

“You should take it easy.”