My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1280

Everyone turned to the entrance.

They watched as a man with silver-colored hair and a sneer on his face slowly walked over.

He was accompanied by four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts and eight Profound Reality Realm experts.

That alone was to cause everyone to take a sharp intake of breath.

Arthur smiled as he walked alongside Yelzog.

A gorgeous-looking woman in her 20s walked on Yelzog’s other side.

She had on a white-colored gown, and both her features and figure were exquisite. Her exposed shoulders illustrated just how fair and smooth her skin was.

Her eyes had a haughty look in them.

Nearly everyone stared at the woman, who was so beautiful she looked like she had just stepped out of a painting.

Some had even begun drooling.

Garrett was one of those people.

“Why aren’t you asking her for her number?” the skinny man from before asked nervously.

“Why would I want to do that? That’s Rosella Blanco, the daughter of the king of Eastjon. Her dad is known for being extremely protective of his daughter, and you’d have to be a perfect man to become his son-in-law!” Garrett said frustratedly.

A melancholic look settled across his features as he said, “My body wouldn’t be the size it is now if I hadn’t been diagnosed with a mysterious illness when I was eight. I could've been the Eastjon king’s son-in-law if it weren’t for that!”

“Hahaha… you’re right!”

The skinny man nodded along, a mocking look appearing in his eyes.

There were so many wonderful men out there.

Garrett would never have been a match for the Eastjon king’s daughter even if he had not fallen ill.

Harold smiled as he headed forward and clasped his hands together. “Forgive me for not meeting you at the entrance, Your Majesty. Please do not take my impudence to heart!”

The Eastjon king clasped his hands together as well, “You're too kind, Mr. Freeman!”

Arthur was already 35 this year, but since he was an extremely talented martial artist who had managed to achieve the Profound Reality Realm more than ten years ago, he did not look a day past 25.

Just two days prior, her father had told her that Arthur was one of the most powerful martial artists in the world.

How many martial artists who had achieved the Profound Reality Realm while still being in their 30s could one find in the whole of Drakonia?

She was the daughter of the king of Eastjon. Only the best of the best would be a good fit for her.

Arthur smiled as he took his phone out and exchanged numbers with Rosella.

Harold and Yelzog beamed.

Just then, a commotion could be heard.

Everyone turned and watched as a man wearing a flowery shirt, gold chains, and a pair of sunglasses walked in with over 20 bodyguards clad in black. A cigar dangled from his lips. He was also accompanied by four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts dressed in well-pressed suits.

Isadora, who was walking beside the man, blushed furiously when she felt everyone’s gazes on them. “Dad, can I sit by myself?”

If she could, she would have already dug herself a hole and crawled into it.