My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221 

Even if it was a martial artist, so what? 

There were plenty of those in the Southern Territory. 

Nash furled his fingers together. 

An invisible force pulled Anderson up and dragged him toward Nash. 

Nash used one hand to grab Anderson by the hair and slapped him 

across the face using his other hand. 

“This slap is for your brazenness! 

“This slap is on behalf of Shanice! 

“This slap is on behalf of Enzo!” 

Nash slapped him thrice in a row. 

He had gotten the details of what had happened when he was giving 

Shanice medical treatment. 

Anderson had brought some men over for a meal. 

Shanice had informed them that the hotel was temporarily not open 

to the public for business as someone had booked the venue for a 

private function. 

Upon hearing that, Anderson immediately slapped her. 

Then, because he was worried the security footage would get leaked, he asked Enzo, the head of security, to delete the footage. 

When Enzo refused to do so, Anderson shot him in the leg. 

When Shanice jumped in front of Enzo to protect him, Anderson shot 

him in the shoulder as well. 

Thankfully, he had not murdered anyone. If any of them had gotten. killed, Nash would not have hesitated to take Anderson’s life as well. 

“Oh, wait. You slapped Shanice twice!” 

Nash’s palm struck Anderson’s face once again. 

Anderson had been slapped so much that his face was now 

disfigured. His face was swollen beyond recognition. 

Nash let go of Anderson’s hair and said flatly, “Now, call your master!” 

Anderson stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands trembling as he 

took his phone out. However, he did not dare make the phone call. 

Everything he had done today was of his own accord. The general had 

no idea what was going on. 

If the general knew what he was up to, Anderson would imme 

be shot to death. 

“What’s the matter? Too scared to make the call?” 

Nash directed his gaze downward to stare at Anderson. 

He sneered as he took his phone out. “I’ll make the call if you’re not 

going to do it!” 

Anderson’s body stiffened as he looked up and stared at Nash 

intently. 

He thought the man would ask him for a number to dial. However, he had already begun typing out a string of numbers. 

Impossible! 

There was no way he would have the Warden of the Southern 

Territory’s phone number. 

The call soon connected. 

“Hello? Who’s this?” 

A solemn-sounding voice rang out from the other end of the line. 

Anderson began trembling violently upon hearing that familiar voice. 

Why did he have the Warden of the Southern Territory’s phone 

number? 

Who on earth was he? 

“It’s me, Nash…” 

“Gosh, what took you so long to call?” 

Artoile’s excited-sounding voice rang out from the other end of the 

line.