My Substitute CEO Bride

"Cut it out. Don't you know there are only worn-out oxen, not worn-out fields?" Melody replied with a sly look before twisting away a bit. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"You little temptress..." Nash's gaze darkened slightly.

Sensing that she had stirred up a reaction, Melody quickly escaped from Nash's embrace and ran back to her room. "Go on with your business, I'm going to sleep. Be safe and come back soon!"

Nash glanced down, then sighed and lit a cigarette since smoking helped him calm down. He walked to the balcony and leaped off in a single bound.

...

The study of a 500-square-meter standalone villa at Saturn Villa, one of Jonford's top villa districts, once second only to Royal Bay but now second to Gladwell, was brightly lit.

Dressed in a robe, Casey sat by the window flipping through the Classic of the Path and Virtue. His expressions varied-sometimes, he was squinting or frowning, and sometimes, he inhaled with satisfaction. When the bodyguards downstairs saw his serious image through the window, they could not help but show deep respect. It was no wonder he was CEO of Starlight Group. It was hard for him not to become wealthy with how he was studying at midnight. He had such a keen attitude to learn.

Having seemingly grown tired of his studies at around half past midnight, Casey put down the book and leaned back in his armchair, breathing heavily. Meanwhile, a woman dressed as a maid, complete with bunny ears, covered her mouth and ran out of the room.

The door opened, and another beautiful woman dressed as a nurse walked in. Her voice was coquettish as she said, "Sir, I'm a nurse. Let me give you a check-up!"

Suddenly, a scream came from the living room. Startled, the nurse hurried out to investigate.

Casey quickly tied the belt of his bathrobe and made his way to the living room. There, sitting on the couch, was a handsome young man holding a newly lit cigarette. "You" sure do like to play around, huh?" Nash said, turning his head with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"W-Who are you?" Casey stammered. "Guards! Guards!" he shouted toward the floor-to-ceiling window, but the bodyguards below remained motionless as if frozen.

Casey's face turned pale as he stared at Nash, fear and unease evident in his expression. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm here to see you. Dismiss them," Nash demanded, casually tapping his leg and taking another puff of his cigarette.

"Don't hurt him!" the nurse pleaded pitifully.

"Get out!" Nash's tone turned cold. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and a deadly aura enveloped him in an instant.

The beautiful woman dressed as a nurse shivered and hurriedly ran toward the door. The woman dressed as a maid also scrambled to leave.

Casey narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who sent you? How much are they paying you? I can give you double!"

Showing up in the middle of the night usually meant they were assassins, and these desperados were all in it for the money. As long as he offered them enough, be still had a chance to live.

Nash extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. "As long as you cooperate with me, I won't kill you!"

"How do I do that?"

"Come here and take off your clothes."