My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 511

Kai’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he felt a sudden sense of panic.

A large truck came speeding by, honking wildly.

With a screech, the truck managed to hit the brakes just in time. However, it still sent the taxi flying several dozen meters away.

With a crash, the taxi crashed into another moving taxi.

“Fuck…”

Nash, sitting in the passenger seat, forcefully opened the door and rushed out.

The taxi had been thrown several dozen meters away.

The driver’s face had turned pale, and he was thumping his chest in a state of shock. “Holy cow, I should’ve checked my horoscope before leaving the house today!”

Then, he looked at Nash and asked, “You’re amazing, Mister! Are you a martial artist?”

Nash was still hesitating whether to go and help the people involved in the accident.

Crafting the Five Organs Rejuvenation Pill would take some time.

The longer he waited, the slimmer the chances of saving Finn.

After a moment of hesitation, Nash decided to go buy the medicine first.

Although he possessed profound medical skills and had promised to save lives and help the injured, it was under the premise that he had the time to take action.

With his best friend’s life hanging by a thread, he did not want to jeopardize it for the sake of others.

this in mind, Nash

the Duersons’ living room, the main

took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped the blood off the

face and glasses were also splattered with blood.

him.

nose and calmly asked, “Are you

bodyguard lowered his head. “An 80-ton fully loaded truck crashed into him.

cold. “So, you’re not entirely

bodyguard shuddered. “I… I’ll go check

waved his hand. “It’s too late now. The ambulance

scene. If we go

what should we

fearful of this newly appointed head

young man to have such a

them clean. Then, he tossed his handkerchief onto the body of the already deceased Greenhorn before speaking, “Help me contact

Howard’s death, Lane Corp’s stocks

just half a month, the Lane family had fallen from a prominent position to a third-rate

the Lane family also harbored deep

eliminate Nash, they needed to use their intelligence.

had arrived at the hotel where she had an appointment with a

called her. “Ms.

downstairs now,”

muttered, “That damn fatty,

walked toward the lobby.

her phone rang again, and it was Queenie calling.

brows but still answered, saying, “Queenie?”