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.

appeared to be in her 30s. She still retained

age, she maintained her beauty well, her delicate face still beaming

was wearing a short skirt and black stockings, exuding a captivating

I ever keep a

her

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

slightly annoyed and retorted, "If you keep

okay, I won't say

arrived at

gas in my dormitory ran out. Can I have a meal at your

hesitated for a moment before

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

you forget

finished asking, she suddenly

who would use

it

her handbag and said, "You sit for a while. I'll go

not try to be polite and sat on

in the center of the living room, with a white porcelain statue of

the shrine. Out of respect, she

not to

not to believe, right? Seeking peace of mind is a spiritual