My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1226

He felt on the verge of tears.

Since when had individuals who had achieved the Mystique Loyalty Realm become so common?

No… they had to be here to attend the Southern Martial Alliance’s celebratory event.

They were just spending the night at this hotel.

That had to be it.

“Hello, Mr. Calcraft. Hello, Warden!”

Ash first greeted Nash before he greeted Artoile.

He did this to tell Artoile that Nash held more importance than he did.

“Hello, Mr. Calcraft. Hello, Warden!”

Bertram did the same.

“May peace be with you!”

Even Jaxon clasped his hands together and nodded a greeting to Nash before he turned to Artoile.

“Greetings, sir!”

Yellow Crane took things slightly overboard. He fell to one knee to declare his loyalty to Nash.

“Nashy, was someone bullying you just now?”

Eric gave Qadry an unfriendly look.

Qadry lost his nerve. His mouth went dry, and he gulped.

What was going on?

Were these men all Nash’s subordinates?

He had just been trying to show off.

Yet, Nash had summoned so many Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists over?

An ugly look also began forming on Artoile's face.

Sicard had summoned Qadry over so that they could assert their dominance.

However, given how many of these men were more powerful than Qadry was, it seemed that the other party was the one who had successfully asserted their dominance.

How awkward.

How very, very awkward.

Nash gave a slight smile. “Don’t worry about it. The Warden enjoys a good party, so he’s invited everyone over for drinks!”

“Thank you, Warden!” Everyone thanked Artoile in unison.

Nash did not get to his feet, but he also downed the contents of his glass.

Qadry was a man who could forgo his honor if the situation called for it.

He went round the table, downing drink after drink.

He was worried these men would hold a grudge and cause him trouble later down the line.

After that, the atmosphere became significantly more relaxed.

Everyone chuckled and exchanged laughs as they had wine with Artoile.

After he had downed three glasses, Qadry said, “The Warden’s health only permits him to have three drinks in one go. Please allow me or Sicard to drink on his behalf after this!”

Bertram said forthcomingly, “Alright, but let’s make this clear. No using your cultivation skills to remove any tipsiness that the alcohol causes!”

Qadry hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Thus, Eric and the others took turns having drinks with them.

Soon, their faces turned red from all the alcohol they had consumed, and they began slurring their words.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Artoile’s phone rang.

He took it out to see who was calling. It was Harold Freeman.