My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1288

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Irin Nash’s view, Barton offered to help because he wanted Nash to 

ccure Baden’s illness. 

BBack when Bradley ran into trouble at Motadine, Nash had sought hhelp from the Bullhogs, and they had responded by sending several 

Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists to his rescue. 

WWWide they did not arrive at the scene in time, they nevertheless. 

ninanaged to rescue Bradley. 

As such, Nash was indebted to them. 

Instead of repaying the favor, Nash sought their help again. Once agaththey agreed to help and sent Regulus to his rescue without 

hesaatioon. 

This timesBBadon brought along three Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists, markiing the third time Nash had received help from the 

Bullhogs.s. 

Tremendously grateful for their help, Nash vowed to cure Ba 

illness no matter whhat. 

“I left in a hurry, sod ditian bbring Baden along. Besides…” 

Barton scanned the crowd and continued with a smile, “Let’s get 

through the day first! We connak bbout that later!” 

Hearing this, Nash felt a surgo@bformation welling up inside him once 

again. 

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Barton did not want to bring Baden with him because he knew he 

might very well die today. 

Nash reached for his wine and gave it a little swirl while saying, “Let’s toast to our friendship!” 

Sometimes, things did not need to be said out loud. 

Nash decided the Bullhogs would be his friends until death. 

Liking the idea, Barton popped open a new bottle of white wine and 

started filling up their glasses. Some of the wine spilled out, but he 

did not care. 

Nash’s glass still had some red wine, but Barton did not care either. 

Seeing Barton’s way of doing things, Nash could not help but stifle a 

laugh. He found himself taken aback by Barton’s disregard for wine 

etiquette but then recalled that Barton was from Motadine, where such formalities likely held little significance. 

Nash decided not to let these differences get in the way of the friendship. 

Barton clinked his glass with Nash’s and gulped down his wine. 

Nash did the same. 

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the crowd, and everybody turned 

toward the entrance. 

Glancing sideways, Nash and Barton saw Harold walking into the 

banquet hall with a group of people dressed in strange clothes. 

The leader of the group seemed to be in his mid-20s. His features 

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were sharp, but his face was ghostly pale, and his eyes appeared 

bloodshot. 

Natalia felt a chill run down her spine. She fixed her gaze on the 

man’s feet and whispered, “Nash, why do I feel like he came from the 

underworld?” 

It was not surprising for her to make such remarks, given the man’s ghastly pale skin. It was as if his blood had run dry. 

Floret squinted his eyes and said, “I bet he’s been practicing sorcery!” 

“That’s right. He’s the Voodoo Parasite King of Shealor!” 

Nash was about to take another sip of his wine, but he put the glass down when he noticed the smell of both red and white wine wafting from his glass. Frowning slightly, he gulped down a few mouthfuls of 

tea instead. 

“The Voodoo Parasite King of Shealor?”