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!”

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

this caused by demonic cultivation?” Nash asked.

how he had injured his arm, yet this kid had

you get poisoned?” Nash

about 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 martial artist’s true energy contained a potent poison, which they

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

what he said along with his claim

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

right hand. With a flip of his hand, a snake–shaped golden needle appeared in Nash’s hand. The needle tip pierced into the gap between Julian’s index

tears welled up in his eyes. “I… I

years. This hand of his had been useless for eight years. Never did Julian imagine that a mere needle from this young

Julian’s right hand again. As if performing magic, he produced golden needles that slid into the gaps between Julian’s nails. A needle was inserted into each of his five