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.

to be in her

age, she maintained her beauty well, her

and black stockings, exuding

could I ever keep

at her companion, her eyes betraying

beauty giggled slightly while covering her mouth. "Hehe... We're friends, I certainly wouldn't spread rumors. Come on, tell me who

and retorted, "If you

pouted. "Okay, okay, I won't say

spoke, they arrived

my dormitory ran out.

for a moment

she pushed open the door.

you forget to

as she finished asking, she suddenly

winter now, so who would use the

was it so cold

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to be polite and sat on

the center of the living room, with a white porcelain statue of the Goddess of Divinity on it. "Ms.

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

one might choose not to believe in them, but

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