My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399 

Melody gave an embarrassed smile, saying, “Young Master, I was joking. Since we’re here, of course, I’ll share the hardships with 

you all!” 

Even though Nash was serious, if she really had abandoned them, how would the others think of her? 

When the Youngs rose to power again in the future, would she not lose face? 

Bradley then briefed everyone on some precautions for the journey ahead. 

Around noon, Madam Lunaris invited everyone down for lunch. 

The group gathered around a round table. 

At that time, there was another group seated nearby. 

This group consisted of eight individuals, all dressed in matching tour group attire. They appeared to be around 30 to 40 years old. 

As Nash and the others settled down, their 

gazes met. 

“Stop staring and start eating!” 

Bradley said, digging into his food with his utensils. 

The tour group went back to their cheerful conversations. 

Melody whispered with a smirk, “Not a single woman in sight, just a bunch of middle-aged men. They sure seem to have a lot of leisure time.” 

“Eat more and talk less. We might not have food for the next few days!” 

Nash teased as he picked up a drumstick. 

“Are you being considerate now?” 

Melody said, pushing her plate toward him with a coquettish laugh. 

“Don’t you have hands?” Nash replied. Taking a bite of the drumstick, he mused, “It tastes quite good…” 

“Typical man!” 

Melody muttered under her breath. 

Meanwhile, Finn found the other drumstick. 

Just as he was about to offer it to Melody, Derek tried to offer her a chicken wing. “Melody, you 

Finn glared at Derek with a cold face. The latter shuddered, quickly put the chicken wing on his plate and started to chew on it. 

Finn then placed the chicken leg on Melody’s plate and said with a smile, “Melody, drumsticks have more meat. You should eat this.” 

Melody rolled her eyes at Finn. “Don’t I have hands?” 

Madam Lunaris went to the other table with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. 

“Madam Lunaris… who are the people at the other table?” A man with a beard at that table whispered to Madam Lunaris. 

She responded with a smile, “Guests, of course!” 

What a load of crap! 

Obviously! 

Did she think he did not know that they were guests? 

The man held back his annoyance and stopped pressing for more information, 

He understood that guests at Madam Lunaris’ place were assured privacy. 

Asking Madam Lunaris this question was redundant. 

Then, Madam Lunaris returned to the kitchen and placed a plate of pickled fish on Nash’s table. 

Xeno, driven by curiosity, asked, “Old lady, who are they?” 

“Guests!”