My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702 

Nash’s face darkened. “I’ve been waiting in line for an hour. Let me buy my medicine first. I need the Eremochl-” 

“Do you not understand the human language?” the silver-haired old man interrupted Nash coldly. 

Atlas was the young master of the Kennedy family in Capiton and also the most beloved grandson of Sir Kennedy. The gentleman had personally called just now and informed him that his grandson would be coming down to his pharmacy to buy medicine. 

He also asked the silver-haired old man to make things easy for him. 

If the old man could establish a relationship with the Kennedy family 

of Capiton, he might even be able to open a branch in Capiton. 

Atlas frowned slightly, covering his chest gently. “You don’t need to check my pulse. I just want the Eremochloa bead,” he said hoarsely, 

the breath he exhaled carrying a strong fishy odor. 

Nash noticed then that Atlas’ gums were black. He had truly been 

poisoned, and it did not seem to be a simple poison. 

“Well, what a coincidence, I also want the Eremochloa!” Nash 

retorted. “Your pharmacy should follow the principle of first come, first served, right?” 

Nash did not care whether this young sir lived or died. He was 

determined to get the Eremochloa If they refused to sell it, he would 

find his own way to resolve the issue 

The woman dispensing the medicine removed her mask and scolded 

angrily, “How dare you talk to my grandfather like that? Do you even know who my grandfather is?” Her saliva almost rained down on 

Nash’s face. 

It suddenly occurred to the silver-haired old that Nash looked somewhat familiar. He pulled his granddaughter back a bit and whispered, “Fanny, does this person resemble Brian Tanner’s… grandmaster?” 

The woman called Fanny was puzzled. “No way, why would Brian Tanner’s grandmaster come to our place to buy medicine?” She snuck a glance at Nash. “Moreover, he’s too young!” 

How could a young man who looked even younger than herself be the grandmaster of Jonford’s top doctor, Brian Tanner? 

The silver-haired old man lowered his voice even more. “I heard that 

Brian Tanner’s grandmaster is a young man in his 20s. The man himself was also asking around for Eremochloa today.” 

Fanny took out her phone, pulled up the pharmacy’s surveillance footage, captured Nash’s image, and sent it to a holistic medicine 

group chat. 

Atlas was now slightly short of breath and feeling a tightness in his 

chest. Leaning on the shoulder of a burly man next to him, he stared 

at the silver-haired old man and urged, “Quickly, give me the 

Eremochloa…” 

Blood began to ooze from his mouth as he spoke.