My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670 

A smile appeared on Flynn’s face too. 

He waved a hand, and the troops standing behind him immediately. 

directed their cannons elsewhere. 

Nash and Jasper walked out together. 

Both drew in sharp intakes of breath when they saw the battle array. 

The oppressiveness that the North Army was bearing upon them. caused both men, who were well-known figures in the world of 

assassins, to tremble with fear. 

However, Nash soon regained his wits. 

He had dealt with mercenaries on previous missions. 

Additionally, he also had experience handling tanks and bazool 

“Greetings, Young Marshal..” 

Meyer approached them and saluted in greeting. 

Flynn also hurried over, puffing his chest out as he gave them at 

proper salute. 

Young marshal? 

The corners of Nash’s lips curved upward as he said, “I’ve been treating you generals as my brothers, but you view me to be lesser 

than you are?” 

Meyer and Flynn exchanged glances. 

Both of them had shocked looks in their eyes. 

Did the young marshal not know he was the Warden’s son? 

Meyer was about to offer an explanation when Flynn piped up before. he did, “It’s our way of showing how highly we generals value you. 

After all, being brothers is nothing compared to being father and son. 

Don’t you agree, Meyer?” 

“Huh? Yes, yes, he’s right!” 

Meyer laughed loudly. 

Nash smiled slightly and clasped his hands together as he said, 

Thank you both for coming all this way to save me!” 

When Meyer noticed the two gashes along the shoulder seams of 

Nash’s shirt, the look on his face turned grim. “Did they use corporal 

punishment on you?” 

Then, he bellowed, “The audacity… Ready your cannons!” 

Nash hurriedly said, “No, no, I did this to myself by accident!” 

No matter what, members of the National Martial Bureau were 

involved in this. 

The fact the North Army dared attack the National Martial Bureau was already enough to incite fear in him. Besides, he was also 

worried that Philix would get in trouble. 

Since he had made it out, there was no point in fighting the National Martial Bureau anymore. 

Flynn smiled as he said, “Allow me to make the introductions. This is 

Xylom Méyear Colonel Orwell’s eighth trump card. My name is Flynn Pornfreyyandd barn the sixteenth trump card!” 

Xylon Meyerrwithatia magnificent-sounding name. 

However, he doobked scruffy around the edges, and he also had a 

terrible temper 

Yet, that highlighted to way he approached battles. 

One could imaginequsst bow.commandeering his presence on the 

battlefield wes 

Meanwhile, Flynn looked notice and demure. 

He was probably more of 

steascgist who did better at commanding 

troops off the battlefield. 

The two were a perfect mix of bass and brains, which was bound to 

produce unexpected results on taateld. 

Nash committed their names to ventory before he clasped 

together once more and said. “Thandyyo booth!” 

Wanting 10 immediately head home and chlection Hera and the others, Nash added, “There are sorne other rnaatters I have to take 

care of! If you don’t find it beneath you, I’d likeatonvite you to my 

come for a warm cup of tea!” 

No.0, we’d love to!” 

vlyt v wanted to spend more time with the Werdon’s soon.. 

Anema tolong day spent slaving away, it would not be yooomach to 

spend one evening relaxing, would it? 

We’ll pass. There’s still plenty awaiting our attention back in the