My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 1283

Chapter 1283 

There had been eight cars in total, and around ten to 20 people stepped out. 

Their cultivation level was at least at the early stage of the Profound Reality Realm. 

Dressed in a suit like the others, Erhan got off from his Pagani. 

He was in his 30s, and his cultivation level had reached the peak of the Profound Reality Realm. His features were sharp, with his jawline framing his strong, determined face accentuated by a set of piercing eyes. 

At this moment, however, those eyes were unmistakably hardened with anger. 

Erhan shouted, “Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you disrespect Ms. Murphy?!” 

As soon as he finished the sentence, Erhan was slapped in the face. 

He stood in stunned silence when he realized the person who slapped him was not Nash but the 

woman beside him. 

“Yvaine, why… What…” 

Erhan held his cheek and stared at Yvaine in bafflement. 

Yvaine said coldly, “For Christ’s sake, are you an idiot? That gentleman is in the Mystique Loyalty 

Realm, whereas you’re only in the Profound Reality Realm. How dare you shout at him like that?! 

Know your place!” 

Judging by Nash’s ride, a mere Mercedes–Benz rather than a hypercar, Yvaine presumed him to be of low social ranking. Moreover, she did not sense any true energy emanating from him. That was 

why she dared to smash his car. 

However, she realized the tables had turned when Nash emerged unscathed. Not only that, he even managed to crush her car into pieces without even touching it. It was as if Nash had manipulated the energy field around her car. 

Yvaine had stood rooted to the spot, unable to process what happened. 

Only a Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artist could do that. 

Wearing only a loose flannel shirt beneath her coat, Yvaine sashayed toward Nash, her hips swaying enticingly with each stride. 

“Heya! I’m Yvaine. Sorry about your car!” 

Yvaine held a hand out in apology. 

“Well, your car is in pieces too, so we’re even!” 

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Seeing that she apologized first, Nash decided to let it slide. 

He then turned and headed toward the venue entrance. 

Yvaine gazed at his receding figure and said to a short–haired woman beside her, “I want to know 

everything about him. You have one hour.” 

The woman flashed her a mischievous smile and said, “Seems like you fell for him already? That was fast.” 

Yvaine glared at her and said, “Shut your mouth!” 

The woman lowered her gaze and said nothing more. 

Nash bumped into Harold at the entrance. 

Meeting face–to–face with one’s enemies should not be pleasant, but Harold smiled at Nash and asked, “You came alone?” 

Nash gave him the invitation and replied, “Nope. The others are hiding, waiting for my signal.” 

Harold laughed heartily, but his laughter disappeared soon after as he said, “I hope you won’t disappoint me. You’re not leaving this place alive, no matter how many of you there are!” 

Nash replied with a smile, “Let’s see, shall we?” 

He then walked inside with his hands in his pockets. 

Harold put on another smile when he saw that the Murphys had arrived. 

The Murphys had been practicing martial arts for a thousand years. 

Word had it that they trained at a sacred place known as the Sakaris Mountain. 

Isadora noticed Nash’s arrival as soon as he walked inside. She was about to get up from her seat when Isaac tugged at her and said, “Dora, I think it’s best if we keep our distance from him.” 

Isaac held Nash in admiration, but he was worried they would get into trouble if they acted friendly with Nash. There were too many powerful families at the party today. Isaac had underestimated the formality of this ceremony. 

If it were not for Isadora, he would have asked four more of his men to attend the ceremony. He reckoned the more Mystique Loyalty Realm men, the better. 

“Over here, Nash…” 

Natalia stood up and gestured for him to come, 

Nash turned in that direction and saw Floret sitting next to her. 

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Nash headed over after hesitating briefly. 

Natalia was only a fifth–division great–grandmaster, and Floret was not even a great–grandmaster. It looked like they came alone. 

Nash thought it would be best for him to sit with them so that he could protect them when the need arose. 

Meanwhile, at Yelzog’s table, an elderly man dressed in traditional clothing had been eyeing Nash since his arrival. With a smile, he said to Rosella, “Rosella, do you still remember how your father had arranged a marriage for you ten years ago? You wanted to know who your future husband 

was, remember?”