My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1126

"My grandpa is Walter, the richest guy in Jonford. You hit me and he'll never let you get away with it!" Queenie's eyes were wet with tears.

"The richest guy in Jonford? Ha! I'm Trevor Lax, and I don't care about him. Just give me the land and scram like the dog you are!"

Trevor barely gave Queenie a second look.

He was sick of these spoiled kids who always name-dropped their rich family members.

"So, you got kicked out of Capiton and now you're here in Jonford acting all high and mighty?" Sydney said with a cold laugh.

"I'm the same in Capiton and anywhere else—I do what I want," Trevor replied with a cool smile.

"Don't get too cocky, buddy. I've called my boss, and when he shows up, you're going to be in big trouble!" Derek's face was so swollen he looked like a chipmunk that had stuffed its cheeks. His words came out all garbled.

"Oh? Your boss?"

Trevor looked at Derek, amused. "And who might he be? Someone looking for trouble?"

In the tiny town of Jonford, there were only three families that were a little stronger than the rest.

From what he knew, none of these families had anyone as powerful as a Profound Reality Realm expert.

With a Mystique Loyalty Realm master by his side, he could walk around like he owned the place.

"Trevor, there's a guy in Jonford named Nash. He's reached the Mystique Loyalty Realm too, and he's the one who took down The Swordsman," whispered an elder from the Lax family, who was also a Mystique Loyalty Realm master.

Trevor was not worried at all. "There are millions of people in Jonford. The chances that we'll run into him are super slim!"

They were talking quietly, but Derek heard them. He coughed up some bloody spit and laughed loudly. "I thought you were fearless. Well, let me tell you something—my boss is Nash!"

Trevor laughed it off. "You think I'm an idiot? You're just trying to scare us with Nash's name because you heard us talking about him!"

He did not buy Derek's attempt to intimidate them.

In a city with millions of people, even if Nash knew a thousand people, the odds of crossing paths with him were like finding a needle in a haystack.

Trevor took a sip of his hot tea and added, "And even if we're talking about the worst-case scenario, why would Nash bother with you nobodies and risk upsetting the Lax family?

"Do you guys know about the Lax family from Capiton? No? Well, that's okay. I can fill you in. The Lax family is almost as famous as the Ten Families. Give us three years and we'll be right up there with them!"

"Are the Lax folks really that amazing?"

Just then, a chilly voice drifted in from outside.

Trevor was freaking out.

Had they really brought Nash here?

"Sir Lark... Do it... Take him out!"

Trevor's voice shook as he spoke.

The best way to beat fear was to stare it right in the face.

If Hoiland Lark could just defeat Nash, they would have nothing to worry about.

Hoiland's legs buckled, and he dropped to his knees.

Just like a tree's shadow, a person's name could loom large.

Nash was a name that made even the toughest martial artists shiver.

Hoiland had seen it with his own eyes—the day Nash took down The Swordsman. Nash's punches were terrifying, and he made taking a life seem as easy as squishing an ant.

"Sir Lark, you..."