My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003 

Another Mystique Loyalty Realm expert! 

Barton was astonished. Wookie came up to him to translate the conversation between Eric and Yakov. “I understand!” Barton scoffed. 

This person was not only an expert in the Mystique Loyalty Realm, but he was also an existence that even Yakov was wary of. He did not expect such powerful people to be lurking in a small place like Jonford. Yet, he had managed to provoke said people. 

Barton lowered his head slightly and said to Wookie, “Call the 

supplicant.” Wookie smiled bitterly. “Young Sir, I think it’s better to forget about it!” 

Barton grabbed Wookie and lifted him from the ground, “Do I need to 

repeat myself?” 

Wookie hastily said, “I-I’ll do it right away!” Barton threw Wookie back to the ground where he remained sitting in the sand. He fished out his phone and dialed the supplicant’s number. He quickly explained the 

situation. 

In the meantime, Barton waved his hand and said something in 

Motandish. Behind him, a group of people began to clear the scene. They did not force the customers and even paid for their bills. 

Winnie nervously pulled at Eric’s sleeve. “Is it not over yet?” 

Eric held Winnie’s delicate hand and reassured her, saying, 

worry, they can’t afford to stir up any trouble.” 

Don’t 

Atlas disdainfully remarked, “If you ask me, we should just act instead of babbling here.” 

Jesebel pinched Atlas’ waist and whispered, “You little brat, you 

should stop meddling in your master’s affairs!” 

Atlas raised an eyebrow. “Woman, who are you calling a little brat?” 

She smiled coyly. “I’m talking about you, you little boy.” 

He chuckled. “But you said I was big that night.” 

Blushing, she pinched him hard on the waist again. 

Atlas gritted his teeth and grabbed Jesebel’s hand. 

Smirking, Nash finally spoke up, “We won’t start trouble, but we won’t back down from it either. Let’s see what their boss has to say.” 

Jaxon nodded. “That sounds good.” 

After about three minutes, two burly figures rushed toward the end of the beach. In the blink of an eye, they arrived beside Barton. Barton. greeted the two with a fist salute and then pointed at Cillian and Eric. He started speaking Motadish. 

The two burly old men were probably in their 60s, with thick beards reaching their chests and fierce expressions. After hearing what Barton told them, white light flashed through one of the old men’s 

eyes. 

Immediately, his expression changed drastically as he exclaimed, ” Four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts!” 

Beside him, the other old man was frowning tightly. Barton and 

Wookie were both stunned. 

“Four?” They looked toward the square table. Apart from the two Path practitioners sitting on each side, there was also a young man and a priest sitting in the other two directions. 

As for the rest seated beside them, their identities and statuses were