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.

other, with long hair, appeared to be in her 30s. She still

beauty well,

and black stockings, exuding a captivating

I ever

companion, her eyes betraying

"Hehe... We're friends, I certainly wouldn't spread rumors. Come on, tell me who the young lover is? The handsome guy from the R&D department, or the manager you recently promoted

and retorted, "If you keep

pouted. "Okay, okay,

they spoke, they arrived at

my dormitory ran out. Can I have a meal at

hesitated for a moment before

open the door. Instantly, a wave of cold air hit

you forget to turn

she finished asking, she

who would use

it so cold

her handbag and said, "You sit for a while.

to be polite and sat on

with a white porcelain statue of the Goddess of Divinity

short-haired beauty walked to the shrine. Out of respect, she clasped her hands together

choose not to believe in them, but one still

than not to believe, right? Seeking peace of mind