My Substitute CEO Bride

Howell's voice was rough over the phone. He was the king of the underworld scene in Bint City. He rose to power with the support of his brother-in-law.

Heather's son, who was also his nephew, had been beaten up. As an uncle, he could not just sit back and do nothing.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Howell was a martial artist who had practiced swordsmanship for 30 years, earning him the nickname 'Furious Blade of the Northwest.' He had even dug up the bloodthirsty sword he had buried 20 years ago today for his nephew. "Just bring Sixten over so that he can let his anger out."

"Alright, I'll send someone to pick him up," Howell replied in a deep voice.

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"Pup, I don't think things will work out between you and your girlfriend," Nash said, looking quite conflicted. They were at the restaurant in the Empire Hotel.

Ryan had met his girlfriend online. In pursuit of true love, he left his hometown and came to Bint City. As he did not finish high school, he was unable to find a decent job. Through hard work, he managed to hold multiple jobs, earning 7,000 to 8,000 a month. However, most of his salary went to his girlfriend. Yet, after three years of this long-distance relationship, he still had not held his girlfriend's hand.

Was he not the epitome of a pure heart?

"Are you just bitter to see me live a good life?" Ryan, who was now slightly tipsy, gave Nash an unhappy glance.

He pulled out his phone, opened the photo album, and said with a dreamy expression, "Let me show you what she looks like. Once you see her face, you'll understand why I'm so committed!"

The photo was of a beautiful woman. She had big eyes, a high nose bridge, and delicate features. She exuded the youthful energy of a college student.

"How about it? Isn't she beautiful?" Ryan asked, grinning foolishly. Worried that Nash might fall for his girlfriend, he quickly kissed the screen and put his phone away.

Nash glanced at Ryan's average looks and silently drank his wine. Ryan was very ordinary-looking. He was the kind that could easily blend into a crowd and go unnoticed. The woman in the photo was comparable to Queenie and Sydney, making her and Ryan seem like they were from different worlds.

At that moment, Ryan's phone rang. It was his girlfriend calling.

"Hello, sweetie!" Ryan answered with a sycophantic smile. "Are you out of class?"

"Where are you?" Gemma Yoner's tone was a bit cold.

"Sweetie, you sound upset. Are you out of money again? I'll transfer some right away. I just got paid today, and I have over 6,000 on hand!" Ryan said proudly.

"Did you not hear me? I asked where are you!" Gemma questioned impatiently. Her voice was even tinged with anger.

Ryan panicked. "I... I'm at the Empire Hotel! Sweetie, did I do something to upset you? If I did something wrong, please tell me and I'll change!"

Gemma was getting angry now. "It's so frustrating to talk to an idiot like you. Of course, I know you're at the Empire Hotel. I'm asking where exactly in the hotel are you!

"The restaurant. The VIP section, Table 1!" Ryan glanced at the table number and replied.

"I'll be right there!" Gemma said and then hung up the phone.

"Alright..." Ryan responded quietly, his eyes dark and lifeless. While he might not have had the best education, he was not completely brainless. He knew he did not deserve Gemma and understood that he was just her personal cash reserve.

However, he had no one else in his life, so he could not let go of Gemma. At this moment, he had a faint feeling that Gemma might not need him anymore. Perhaps his meager salary was no longer

enough to meet her daily expenses.

Three minutes later, two beautiful female college students walked into the restaurant.