My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1223

The Warden of the Southern Territory nodded and forced himself to smile as he asked, “What happened here, Nash?”

Nash beckoned. “Please take a seat, Warden!”

Artoile sat and turned to look at the others as he said, “You should all sit too!”

Nash and the others took their seats on the couch.

Sicard did not dare share the couch with the Warden. He dragged a chair over and sat slightly behind him, choosing to spectate instead.

Nash turned to the employee standing by the reception counter as he said, “Everyone else can leave. Show us the footage, Enzo!”

Enzo walked over with a laptop in his hands.

His leg had made a complete recovery after Nash conducted spiritual energy healing techniques on it.

From that moment on, his view of Nash had changed drastically.

This boss was no ordinary martial artist. In fact, he was even more powerful than the experts who could scale walls and walk across ceilings without much trouble. He had seen such experts in the Northern Territory.

Enzo placed the laptop on the coffee table before he inserted a card reader into the USB port. Finally, he pressed the play button to begin playing the recording of what had happened in the lobby earlier.

The look on Artoile’s face turned ugly when he saw Anderson walking in with his men.

Fire nearly spewed from his eyes as he watched Anderson slap a woman.

After that, he watched Anderson take a gun out and press it against Enzo’s forehead as he shouted, “Logic? You call this logic?”

This time, it was not just Artoile but also Sicard who nearly began swearing on the spot.

Fucking hell.

Did Enzo think he was invincible just because he was a major?

Thank goodness he had not done anything else.

Putting him in solitary confinement for some time should be sufficient to teach him a lesson.

Just when Sicard finished deciding how he should punish Anderson, the sound of a gunshot rang out from the screen.

Sicard hurriedly looked toward the screen.

It showed footage of Anderson shooting the head of security in the leg.

Then, there was footage of him shooting Shanice in the shoulder.

The footage was still rolling, but Artoile was already so angry his entire body was shaking.

His breathing turned ragged while his face turned pale. Copious amounts of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Oh no! The Warden is experiencing a relapse!”

A frantic look appeared on Sicard’s face as he hurriedly retrieved his phone and contacted the Warden’s doctor.