My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 224

Kristian took a fierce swig from the liquor bottle.

Zakariah was rendered speechless by Kristian’s words.

He knew…

Kristian was still resentful about the slap he had received before, especially since he had been driven out of the Zabels in front of everyone.

Kristian was right.

Zakariah was too concerned about saving face.

Martial arts competitions were always about stopping at the right point.

However, for the sake of pride, he did not intervene when the Ihara Martial Arts School broke the rules during the first match.

Due to his pride, even though he knew the Nihon competitors were ruthless, he allowed Skade to compete.

Had he put his pride aside and stopped the competition when the Ihara Martial Arts School broke the rules, Skade would not have participated in the second match and would not have been so gravely injured.

At that moment, Nash and Brian came down from upstairs.

Everyone’s eyes were immediately on them.

Hera stood up and approached them, asking, “Nash… how is Skade doing now?”

slight smile. “She’s no longer in a life-threatening situation, but she’ll need some

to Brian. “Follow the prescription I gave you. Add the herbs to boiling water, let it simmer on high heat for

nodding in response. “Okay, I’ll

approached Hera, wiped away her tears, and softly asked, “Give me Bianca’s phone

not ask why and quickly retrieved Bianca’s number for him.

cell phone and dialed Bianca’s number.

answered, his voice somewhat effeminate as he said, “Bianca is training. She doesn’t have time to answer calls!”

she at

end, noticing that a woman’s name was displayed as the caller ID but a man was speaking, asked,

grew colder. “Answer

won’t tell you. Come and hit me

that, there was a sarcastic

wait for me.”

hung up, took Hera’s car keys, and drove straight

hastily that Zakariah did not even

you can!”

was located in Downtown Jonford in an

filled with gym equipment with punching bags hanging from the ceiling.

center was a large

was practicing with

the man’s gaze would drift

punches, with the final blow landing squarely on the man’s face.

“Ouch…”