My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1187

Chapter 1187 

Tina frowned slightly. 

Her grandfather had always been a good-tempered person. 

He treated her friends like his own grandchildren. 

What was up with him today? 

“They’re all liars! Make them go away!” 

Tina’s grandfather grabbed a stick by the wall and walked toward 

them. 

His steps were agile and mighty, nothing like a man his age. 

Tina looked anxiously at Nash and said, “Grandpa wasn’t like this 

before. Is he being possessed too?” 

Nash turned and told Melody, “Use your Lion’s Roar to make the evil 

spirit leave his body!” 

Melody shook her head and exclaimed, “No way! It’ll ruin my image!” 

Feeling speechless, Nash rolled his eyes at her and said, “This is the 

perfect time for you to use your skills! Don’t let them go to waste!” 

Seeing Tina’s grandfather approaching, Melody knew she had no 

choice. She gathered her energy and shouted, “Get out!!!” 

Sonic waves emanated from her mouth. 

However, Tina’s grandfather only stopped briefly before continuing to 

head toward them. 

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Nash sneered. “What was that? That’s all you got?” 

Melody knew Nash was deliberately provoking her. 

She sneered and shouted once more, “Ahh…” 

This time, her scream was high-pitched, and the sonic waves lasted much longer. Her hair danced wildly. 

Elsabeth and Austin covered their ears tightly, but they still felt as if 

their brains were about to explode. 

With a crack, the windows shattered 

Suddenly, a figure flew out from Tina’s grandfather. 

Noticing it, Nash lunged forward, grabbed the figure, and pinned it 

against the wall. His other hand was still stuffed in his pocket. 

Every time is a time to act cool. 

“Please spare my life, Master Nash..” 

The figure began to shrink and slowly started taking shape. 

It finally took the form of a fat weasel. 

“You know me?” 

Nash let go of his grip and threw it on the ground in disgust. 

He even smelled his hands. 

“Eww!” 

He regretted doing so. 

He should not have smelled it. 

“I met you eight years ago, Master Nash. Don’t you remember? I was asking for your blessings.” 

The weasel got up and waved his paws. 

Nash conjured up the memory. 

That was a long time ago. He was attending an exorcism ceremony 

in the North. 

In his memory, he was quite drunk at the time, and he bumped into a man when he was taking a pee. The man had asked him whether he looked like a human or a God. 

Drunk beyond words, Nash obviously did not give a proper look. He just said, “I think you look like a big fat man…” 

The man was unmistakably pissed at his answer, but he knew better than to challenge Nash to a fight. The man knew that Nash was a Path master, so he knew he would not stand a chance. 

As such, he hid and continued his training in hopes of defeating