My Substitute CEO Bride
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Atlas smiled, saying nothing. He wondered how they would feel when they knew Melody was Nash’s follower.

Atlas scrolled through his phone and realized that a large number of Fulcrum Group’s top executives had gotten into scandals. Even core executives openly reported the president, Saul Eve’s, dark history.

“It’s no wonder she’s a powerful woman. She’s ruthless and stunning. ‘Atlas lightly sipped his wine.

Fulcrum Group’s share price was previously at 36 bucks and

plummeted to 15 bucks in just one day. It was a devastating blow. He suddenly admired this woman. Perhaps only someone like Nash could match such an outstanding businesswoman.

“Winston, should we sell the shares? If the price keeps dropping, I’ll be left with nothing!” Stefano was on the verge of tears. Despite his flashy appearance, he had invested his entire three million into the

stock market.

“I… I… I don’t know!” Winston was also heartbroken. He scratched his

head in hesitation.

After pondering for a moment, Atlas said, “There’s no need to sell them. Melody will definitely regain control of Fulcrum Group, and the

share price will rebound by then.”

Coming from a top-tier family in Capiton, although he had not

ventured into business, he had been exposed to it since childhood. H understood Melody’s motives and immediately determined the future

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direction of the company’s share price.

Nash caught their conversation. He had never doubted Melody’s business acumen. He would not even bat an eyelid if she were to ask to borrow billions from him.

“Emmet, let me toast to you again!” Henry was already drunk and

swaying. He had one hand resting on Emmet’s shoulder while the other held a wine glass as he toasted non-stop.

Emmet was also ecstatic today. He would welcome anyone who

wanted to drink with him.

“You shouldn’t drink so much. The Freeman Martial Alliance might

come later!” Waldo said.

He was well aware of the reason why Nash had asked him to set up this banquet. The Martial Arts Association was under the Freeman Martial Alliance’s surveillance. The news of his safe return from the

hospital would quickly spread to them.

It had already been two hours, and they should be taking action.

Emmet finished a glass of wine and then belched before saying, ”

Yes… I should drink… less… I can’t drink too much!”

After saying that, he slumped onto the table, unconscious.

Henry burst into laughter. “This old guy has such poor tolerance for

alcohol!”

Waldo sighed helplessly.

“They’re here!” Nash slowly put down his wine glass and gazed

toward the door. Dozens of people dressed in black martial arts

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uniforms were striding aggressively toward them.

Leading them was a stage five grandmaster with sparse white hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded a fierce aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with disdain for the common people.

He might as well have the word ‘villain’ written on his face.

He was Benjamin Freeman, the deputy leader of the Freeman Martial Alliance. He had terrifying strength, considering he was a stage five

grandmaster.

Instantly, the courtyard fell silent. The apprentices of the Martial Arts

Association trembled, too afraid to even breathe.

“Mr. Freeman…”

Robert stood up and greeted the man with a gesture of respect.

However, his expression remained blank.

A chubby grandmaster behind Benjamin Freeman snorted coldly. ”

Robert, open your bloody eyes wide and take a good look. It’s Master

Freeman to you.”

Robert responded calmly, “In Drakonia, there’s only the Martial Arts

Association. The Freeman Martial Alliance has no official procedures,

let alone official qualifications. We, the Martial Arts Association, do

not recognize it!”

Benjamin’s mouth curved into a playful smile. “That’s fine, but there

will come a day when you do recognize us.”

With that, he glanced at Waldo in the back. He then slapped the

chubby grandmaster behind him. “You useless thing! Weren’t you the

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one who said Waldo would either be dead or disabled?”

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The Freeman Martial Alliance had set a rule-they would challenge a martial arts hall every three days. Waldo, the master of the Cosmos Martial Arts Hall was at stage nine of the Refinement Realm. Sending a grandmaster to challenge him was more than sufficient.

About four hours ago, the chubby grandmaster returned triumphantly, claiming that even if Waldo did not die, he would be disabled.