My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2610

“Take the elevator?” Fogort asked, puzzled. Was that not just asking for trouble? Why would they want to take the elevator?

However, Nash insisted, “Yeah, taking the elevator to go up is faster than climbing, right?”

“But there’s only this one elevator in the entire building. Isn’t that just looking for trouble?” Fogort replied.

“What’s wrong with that?” Nash countered.

“What’s wrong? Nash, what are you thinking?” Fogort asked, his eyes narrowing.

“What am I thinking? The elevator is faster!”

Fogort shook his head vehemently. “No, no, no! What I mean is, if we take the elevator now, how can you be sure we won’t be ambushed?”

“We won’t,” Nash replied nonchalantly.

As soon as those words left his mouth, Fogort snapped to attention. “Are you in cahoots with Alistair? Are you trying to lure me up there so you two can join forces to defeat me?”

A look of confusion crossed Nash’s face. “What are you talking about?”

“If not, explain yourself!” Fogort stepped back, maintaining a cautious distance from Nash. “Did you go looking for Alistair that day? What exactly are you hiding?”

Nash’s expression changed, and he began to gather his true energy in his hands. “You've figured it out, huh?”

“The inheritor of the Chaos Talisman is indeed something else,” Nash said with a hint of respect in his voice.

Fogort scoffed. “So, you plan to make a move just because I've seen through you?”

Before Fogort could react, Nash slammed his fist into the ground. There was a loud rumble, and the transparent barrier layer cracked open beneath their feet.

“Negotiate? I don’t think that’s necessary anymore,” Alistair said coldly. With that, he gathered his true energy and struck Theo with lightning speed. Fortunately, Theo was agile enough to roll away and avoid the ambush despite his rounded figure.

Nash quickly stepped in to counter, but before he could land a blow, Alistair suddenly vanished.

Nash turned around. Alistair had somehow managed to capture Theo and was holding him securely at his side.

With a mere flick of his finger, Theo's face turned red as he struggled to breathe, clutching at his throat.

“Nash, right?” Alistair said, his gaze locking onto Nash. “You’d better not do anything rash."

Reluctantly, Nash lowered his hands, dissipating the energy he had been gathering.

“What do you want?” Nash questioned.