My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707 

Old Donald anxiously spoke up, “Sir, please wait…” 

Nash remained indifferent and continued making his way out. He did not need the 

Eremochloa for the Golden Onyx Pill. Other herbs could 

substitute for it. The resulting pill might be a bit more toxic, but with the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, Nash could refine it and eliminate the 

toxicity. 

Atlas’ men quickly ran out, blocking Nash’s path. The three of them 

stared at Nash coldly. 

“You can’t leave…” 

They were not fools. They could tell that the old man in the pharmacy was helpless. The young man in front of them had spoken with conviction, indicating he might be skilled. 

Nash narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, “I want to leave. You think 

you can stop me?” 

The three burly men fell to their knees before him, and the scene 

attracted the attention of many onlookers. 

“Sir, please, save our young sir! We’ll pay whatever amount you ask, just save him!” one of the burly men solemnly declared. He believed 

the patriarch would spare no expense in this matter. 

Nash smiled faintly. “Where’s the arrogance from before?” 

They had been strutting around so haughtily before like they were 

such important people. Now, they were kneeling before him, pleading 

for his help. 

Could they not have been a bit more modest to begin with? 

Nash could not help but sigh inwardly. 

“Sir, we were doing all that for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly man explained, sweat pouring down his face. 

More and more onlookers had gathered around. 

“Enough, get up.” Nash sighed softly. Saving a life was more 

important than anything else. Since they had knelt down to apologize, 

he decided to show some mercy. 

Mireille glanced at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What he wanted changed was their attitude. 

Old Donald helped Atlas onto a sickbed. Fanny came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the man’s blood sample for her 

experiment. 

Old Donald grabbed Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded her, “Haven’t you 

caused enough trouble?” 

If Brian Tanner’s grandmaster were to take action, there might still be 

a chance to save Atlas. What would happen to Atlas if they drove the 

young man away? 

Fanny dismissed him, saying, “Grandpa, do you really believe in his 

nonsense?” 

She broke free from her grandfather’s grasp and drew a small amount of blood from Atlas’ arm. 

“Records about Seven-Starred Begonias mention nothing of their 

ability to magnify other toxins, but that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of a famous medical 

expert. 

“No one has seen the mention of Seven-Starred Begonias in modern medical history, so their specifics can’t be verified.”