My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1223

The Warden of the Southern Territory nodded and forced himself to smile as he asked, “What happened here, Nash?”

Nash beckoned. “Please take a seat, Warden!”

Artoile sat and turned to look at the others as he said, “You should all sit too!”

Nash and the others took their seats on the couch.

Sicard did not dare share the couch with the Warden. He dragged a chair over and sat slightly behind him, choosing to spectate instead.

Nash turned to the employee standing by the reception counter as he said, “Everyone else can leave. Show us the footage, Enzo!”

Enzo walked over with a laptop in his hands.

His leg had made a complete recovery after Nash conducted spiritual energy healing techniques on it.

From that moment on, his view of Nash had changed drastically.

This boss was no ordinary martial artist. In fact, he was even more powerful than the experts who could scale walls and walk across ceilings without much trouble. He had seen such experts in the Northern Territory.

Enzo placed the laptop on the coffee table before he inserted a card reader into the USB port. Finally, he pressed the play button to begin playing the recording of what had happened in the lobby earlier.

The look on Artojle’s face turned ugly when he saw Anderson walking in with his men.

Fire nearly spewed from his eyes as he watched Anderson slap a woman.

After that, he watched Anderson take a gun out and press it against Enzo’s forehead as he shouted, “Logic? You call this logic?”

but also Sicard who

he was invincible just because he was a

not done anything else.

in solitary confinement for some time should be

how he should punish Anderson, the sound of a gunshot rang

hurriedly looked toward the screen.

showed footage of Anderson shooting the head of security in the leg.

of him shooting Shanice in

still rolling, but Artoile was already so angry his. entire body was

turned ragged while his face turned pale. Copious. amounts

The Warden is experiencing a relapse!”

as he hurriedly retrieved

a hand and exuded some spiritual energy that embedded itself into Artoile’s body in the form of

inserted into his body at random. Rather, they were placed strategically

to Artoile’s face, and he began breathing much easier as his blood

Nash a look of

medical skills had

several deep breaths before he pointed a shaking finger at Anderson. “Take him out and have him

“Warden…”

“Execute him!”

stop himself from trying to plead with Artoile to show Anderson some mercy.

Sicard sighed.

and

done wrong. I won’t beg to live long, but I hope to die on thebattlefield. Please, don’t deny me the chance to die while