My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1362

Chapter 1362 

Nash and Hera kissed for three minutes before she released Nash 

and said, “You go on ahead. I’m going to take a nap.” 

Nash gently kissed Hera on the check and said, “I’ll come see you later!” After tucking Hera in and ensuring she was comfortable, Nash 

left the room. 

In another room, Otis and Tristan were seated on a couch. “I thought 

the National Martial Bureau wouldn’t bother with this matter!” Tristan 

commented with a smirk. He had not had any dealings with the 

National Martial Bureau since the incident at Sigur Cliff. 

Looking somewhat embarrassed, Otis replied, “Mr. Dean, are you still 

angry about what happened back then?” 

Tristan sneered, “I’ll never forget that incident!” Despite being the 

strongest official martial force in Drakonia, why did the National 

Martial Bureau not take action to kill the ghoul overlord? 

Otis’ expression turned bitter. “Mr. Dean, you should know that I’m 

just an elder of the National Martial Bureau. The chief’s word is law.” 

Tristan ignored Otis’ excuse. He simply snorted coldly and turned 

away 

Just as Nash reached the door, he received a call from Hendrix, “Mr. 

Calcraft, the leader of the Divine Strategy Squadron wishes to see 

you. Are you available now?” 

“I’m back in Jonford.” 

“Ahem… I know. I also know you’re at the Jonford Grand Hotel. Our leader has already made his way there.” 

“I don’t like your habit of tracking people,” Nash said, his tone 

displeased. 

“Ahem, well… um… we’ll stop tracking you once you officially join us.” Hendrix chuckled awkwardly. Nash immediately ended the call. 

As he was about to open the door, an old man approached him from the end of the hallway. He wore plain clothes. While he had a steady 

demeanor, his gaze was sharp. 

Nash was slightly surprised when he saw this old man. Anton 

Varhess? Could he be the leader of the Divine Strategy Squadron? 

“Mr. Calcraft, I hope I’m not disturbing you?” Anton greeted with a 

faint smile. 

Nash shook his head. “Are you the leader of the Divine Strategy 

Camp?” 

Anton cleared his throat. “The situation was rather unusual the first 

time we met, so I didn’t reveal my identity to you. Please don’t mind 

me.” 

Nash smiled wryly. “Of course, Mr. Anton.” 

Anton must have come to see him today because of what happened at Royal Bay. Since they were all official forces, he ought to just let the National Martial Bureau and the Special Security Department sort things out among themselves,