My Substitute CEO Bride

Hannah eventually injected the medicine into Herman, and Cain, thinking that the matter would be revealed, hired a hitman

to silence her.

Nash pieced together the whole story, but to confirm it, he needed to have a conversation with Cain.

“What’s your name?” Nash helped the delivery man up from the ground.

“Hugo Zabinski!” the delivery man replied in a low voice.

“There’s indeed someone behind the deaths of your son and sister-in-law. I’ll investigate and ensure that the mastermind is brought to justice. You shouldn’t involve yourself in this matter anymore!” Nash assured confidently.

“You’re all in this together. I won’t believe your nonsense!” Hugo was filled with a deep hatred for the Lewises, and Nash was Hera’s fiance, so naturally, he would not trust him.

“If you insist on meddling, not only will you fail to get revenge, but you’ll also bring death upon yourself and your wife!” Nash squinted his eyes as he spoke. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hugo immediately became more subdued.

The man made a valid point. He was just an ordinary delivery man, while the Lewises were a powerhouse he could never afford

to offend.

They had plenty of money and could easily eliminate him.

It would not matter much if he died, but what about his wife and elderly parents at home?

After a moment of silence, Hugo looked at Nash and asked, “What should I do, then?”

Nash replied, “First, take your wife and hide for a while!”

In fact, there was still a lingering doubt in his mind.

Was Cain trying to kill his own brother solely to help Hubert and his family, or was there another reason?

If it was merely to assist Hubert in acquiring the Lewises’ assets, it would be somewhat manageable.

However, if there was another motive, the entire Lewis household would likely face utter disaster.

Kneeling before Nash, Hugo pleaded, “Mr. Calcraft, you must ensure that the culprit is sent to prison, or my son and sister-in- law will never rest in peace!”

Nash nodded and said, “I’ll do my best!”

After seeing Hugo off, it was already dark outside.

Nash took out his bag from the corner next to the sofa.

Inside was a set of black tactical gear, a white smiling face mask, and a blood-red diamond-shaped dagger.

These were his standard equipment for assassination missions.

On the dark web’s assassin leaderboard, he was known as To-Smiling Death.

Nonetheless, this time, Nash was not out to kill.

Soon, it was midnight.

Nash stood in front of the mirror and looked at the smiling face mask reflected in it, feeling somewhat surreal.

It had been four years since he last wore this outfit.

The smartphone on the bed vibrated and rang.

It was a video call from Hera.

Nash took off the mask and got into bed. He only showed his head and pretended to be sleepy as he answered the call.

Hera was sitting on her bed in a pink pajama set, feeling a bit embarrassed. She said, “Did I wake you up, Nash?”

Nash yawned and said, “It’s good that you’re self-aware… Why aren’t you asleep?”

Hera pursed her lips and said, “I can’t sleep…”

Noticing a hint of worry on Hera’s face, Nash smiled and asked, “Is something on your mind?”

“Well, I hope you won’t get angry when I tell you…”

“Go ahead…”

“My grandfather wants me to marry Hunter Hill, and the Hills have decided to come and propose on my birthday!”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that your only reaction?” Hera pouted.

“It’s just a proposal, not a wedding!” Nash laughed.

“Come on, you’re my fiance now. Don’t you feel even a hint of jealousy?”

Hera felt a bit disappointed in her heart. “I understand. You’re only completing the task your master assigned to you. You won’t actually develop feelings for me, right?”