My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 1516

"Wow, Delilah, you have a photo of Mr. Tobias?"

"If I had known you had his photo, we wouldn't have needed to bother Tatiana!"

"Quick, let me see if he’s handsome!"

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll show you!" Delilah giggled incessantly, her eyes gleaming excitedly as she looked at Tatiana.

Tatiana had always been the pride of the Cricton family. Delilah had wanted to bring this extraordinarily perfect woman down from her pedestal more than once but could never find the opportunity. Now, she relished the chance to mock her.

Tatiana clenched her fists tightly as she imagined turning Delilah into a pig. She had seen the photo of Tobias as well. He was indescribably unattractive as if God had been distracted when creating him. He was short, overweight, and had a mole on each side of his face that sprouted a tuft of hair.

One look was enough to ingrain his appearance into memory. If she were to look at him for an entire night, it could be fatal.

Compared to Nash, Tobias was hideously unattractive. She suspected his reclusiveness was due to his appearance, as he never showed up even at gatherings of the three great reclusive families.

It was clear that Delilah's visit today was so that she could mock Tatiana. At that moment, Delilah took out her phone, which was the latest model. It was adorned with a pink, fairy-tale-style case.

"Hehe, I found the photo!" Delilah exclaimed as she sent the picture to a group chat she had created. It was composed of their close relatives.

[Ugh... Are you sure this is a person?]

[Oh my, he's really ugly!]

Delilah retorted aggrievedly, "Let’s go, we’re not welcome here."

Worried that Tatiana might resort to physical measures, the others quickly echoed her sentiments.

Soon, Tatiana was the only one left in the living room. She curled up on the couch and hugged her knees as tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks. Memories of her time with Nash in the illusion array filled her mind, along with the phrase—'Thus, one day, we will face the snow while our hair resembles its purest white.'

As tears streamed down her face, Tatiana rested her delicate chin on her knees and whispered, “Nash, will you really come for me?"

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The next day, Jonford Airport had been entirely emptied.