My Substitute CEO Bride

Eric smirked in a somewhat lewd manner.

However, Nash asked with a scowl, "Jasper, have you been out seeking a woman's companionship lately?" Jasper shook his head. "No!"

Eric gave Nash a disdainful look. "Are you dumb? If he's just seeing prostitutes, would his soul be taken?"

Nash thought for a moment, realizing the logic behind Eric's words.

Then, Eric narrowed his eyes and suggested, "Do you think someone used his soul to create a substitute and then plotted against him?"

Nash's expression turned odd. "That's a possibility. Let me try the Soul Tracking Technique first."

Eric locked the door and placed a soundproofing talisman on it.

Nash bit his finger, drew a runic incantation on his palm, and intoned solemnly, "The infinite heaven and earth, I borrow from the universe the power of light and dark, chasing souls within thousands of miles..."

A hum resonated as golden light emanated from the runic incantation in his palm. Nash plucked some hair from Jasper and placed the strands on his glowing palm.

The hair instantly turned into wisps of blue smoke and floated out the window.

Baroque's dormitory for senior employees was filled with suites that were luxuriously decorated, and only managerial-level employees or higher were eligible to live here.

"Ms. Athena, your complexion is looking better and better lately. Have you found yourself a young lover outside?"

Two women in professional attire walked shoulder to shoulder in the corridor.

One was a short-haired beauty in her mid-20s.

long hair, appeared to be in

her beauty well, her delicate face

short skirt and black stockings, exuding

How could I ever keep

her companion, her eyes betraying a

Come on, tell me who the young lover is? The handsome guy from the R&D department, or

"If you keep

"Okay, okay, I

they arrived at

said, "Ms. Athena, the gas in my dormitory ran

hesitated for a

door. Instantly, a

you forget to turn on the

finished asking,

now, so who would use

it

"You sit for

to be polite and sat on the couch while she looked

with a white porcelain statue of the Goddess of

the shrine. Out of respect, she clasped her hands together and

like gods and ghosts, one might choose not to believe in

believe than not to believe, right? Seeking peace of mind