My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1194

Melody appeared in front of Cindel in a flash.

She lifted her hand and slapped Cindel to the ground.

“You bitch, you’re looking for death…”

Hamish waved his bat and rushed toward Melody.

“Hamish, stop!” Cindel shouted loudly. “She’s a martial artist. You

can’t beat her!”

Hamish gritted his teeth. His eyes were scarlet. “So what if she’s a

martial artist? There are martial artists in the Borleys too!”

At this time, Whitebeard came flying over.

He covered a distance of a few hundred meters in an instant.

Austin just saw Whitebeard fighting Ivan. Now that Whitebeard was here, Ivan had likely lost the fight and was in danger.

He panicked and ran toward Ivan.

Whitebeard stared at Melody and said, “You dare to take action ev in the early stage of the Profound Reality Realm. Do you really think that no one can teach you a lesson?

After saying that, he slapped Melody

Melody was about to fight back but found that the true energy in her

body was suppressed.

appeared in front of Melody swiftly.

His presence was mildly bursting with the aura of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. Whitebeard was

the Mystique Loyalty Realm!”

the young man in front of him in

could he be in the Mystique

young?

everyone in the Borleys

worshiped was actually defeated by a

didn’t kill your family, nor did they destroy your marriage, so why go to

war?”

their ancestor’s grave was dug up. They could not just let that go. At least, Nash did not hear harsh, arrogant, and domineering

up your ancestors’ graves and throw their bones everywhere,

not like we can’t discuss a solution. Must we fight

for

The grave digging was problem, dumping their ancestral remains was

guilty if

sone

things could be resolved

other party insisted on fighting to the death, it would only

more grievances.

bat. His face turned slightly white. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t think that just because you’re a martial arts expert, you can show off your power!

sister is the future daughter-in-law of

Freemans now?”

slightly. Her knuckles

clenched her fists.

her relatives. Now, she suddenly

to pressure me. The Freemans’ days are numbered. We’re dealing with