My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1265

At the Empire Hotel in Xanthalos, Nash waited two hours before his patient finally arrived. He was an old man with sparse hair. His right hand was gloved, his lips were black, and his eyes lacked luster. Nash was annoyed at the two–hour delay.

Just as he was about to speak, Isadora said, “100 million for every hour. I’ll transfer you 200 million right away!”

“How kind of you, Miss Sloan.” Nash smiled faintly. That did not seem like too much of a loss.

‘Kind? Not at all. I can tell from the way you asked that you’re looking to profit,‘ Isadora thought to herself. She smiled elegantly as she said, “Mr. Calcraft, your time is precious. Since I’ve delayed you for so long, compensation is only fair.”

She then turned to Julian Tomlin, who had just been temporarily assigned a task by her father. “Mr. Tomlin, Mr. Calcraft here is a remarkable doctor. He can cure your illness!”

Seeing how young Nash was, Julian could not help but feel skeptical and wonder if Isadora had been deceived. However, he quickly suppressed his doubts. If this kid dared deceive them, he would not be leaving here today.

“In that case, I’ll be counting on you!”

glove, revealing a dry palm resembling that of a chicken’s feet. Rolling up his sleeve revealed his entire

caused by demonic cultivation?” Nash

Even the young miss did not know how he had injured his arm, yet this kid had figured it out with

you get poisoned?”

to refute Nash when he added, “Let’s avoid doubt for now. You engaged in a battle with a martial artist, and your right shoulder was injured. This

boss had spent billions on his treatment. He had seen countless doctors, but none had detected any toxins. It was why he had been quick to want to refute Nash when he

his claim plunged him into

believe that the martial artist he fought had only injured his meridians. Despite consulting countless traditional doctors and

appeared in

his eyes. “I… I can feel the pain!” Excitement shot through

did Julian imagine that a mere needle from this

flipped Julian’s right hand again. As if performing magic, he produced golden needles that slid into the gaps between Julian’s nails. A