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.

hair, appeared to be in her 30s.

beauty well, her delicate face still beaming

short skirt and black

How could I

at her companion, her eyes betraying a

on, tell me who the young lover is? The handsome guy from the

was getting slightly annoyed and retorted, "If

okay, I won't

they spoke, they arrived

the gas in my dormitory ran out.

for a moment

pushed open the door. Instantly, a wave of cold

beauty shuddered. "Did you forget to turn on the air

finished asking, she

now, so who would

it so cold just

her handbag and said, "You sit

to be polite and sat on the couch while

a shrine in the center of the living room, with a white porcelain statue of the Goddess of Divinity on it. "Ms. Athena, do you believe

Out of respect, she clasped her hands together

not to believe in

believe than not to believe, right? Seeking peace