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?”

it was not just Artoile but also Sicard who nearly began swearing on

invincible just because he was

goodness he had not done

should be

Sicard finished deciding how he should punish Anderson, the sound of a gunshot

toward

footage of Anderson shooting the head

was footage of him shooting Shanice in the

rolling, but Artoile was already so angry his.

turned pale. Copious. amounts of

no! The Warden is

frantic look appeared on Sicard’s face as he hurriedly retrieved his phone

and exuded some spiritual energy that embedded itself into Artoile’s body in the

not inserted into his body at random. Rather, they were placed strategically at certain pressure points.

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

Nash a look of awe.

Nash’s medical skills had greatly improved

deep breaths before he pointed a shaking finger at Anderson. “Take

“Warden…”

“Execute him!”

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

Sicard sighed.

and

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