My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1305

Enzo quickly identified the Clarkes of Cazadine. They were a prestigious family with a century-long history and assets worth billions. Then, he listed the names of the core members of the Clarke family.

While Enzo was impressed, he maintained a calm expression and simply smiled faintly as he said, "Please come in. The banquet hall is on the eighth floor."

"Thank you,” Lars replied politely and instructed his bodyguards to wait outside before taking Lulu to the eighth floor.

"This hotel doesn't even have someone to guide us,” Lulu complained with discontent.

As the elevator doors were about to close, four more people entered—two women and two men.

The two women wore matching outfits. One was a charming woman in her late 20s while the other was younger, probably 15 or 16. She was dressed in a youthful-looking school uniform with twin ponytails.

The two men, one middle-aged while the other young, appeared to be a father-and-son pair.

"Sis, I'm only 16. Yet, Grandpa is asking me to seduce a man in his 20s. Isn't that too much?" The young and cute girl pouted with tears shimmering in her eyes. She sounded aggrieved.

"Grandpa must have his reasons for doing so. If you don’t do as he says, don’t blame me for being unkind later!" The charming woman chuckled.

"Then you go seduce him. I don't want to be with an older man!" the girl with twin ponytails said stubbornly. "We’re the Zink family of Brume. What man is out of our reach?”

“The Zinks of Brume?”

Lulu’s eyes widened. "The very same family that's been around for 400 years?”

The girl with twin ponytails lifted her chin proudly. "You’re well-informed. Are you also from Brume?"

Lulu smiled faintly. "I'm from Cazadine. I'm part of the Clarke family.”

At 8:00 pm, after he was done treating his injured friends, Nash finally had some free time to chat with those in the Jonford WhatsApp group. Suddenly, Shanice called out to him, "Boss, ten tables are not enough at all. There are many big shots outside!"

Nash frowned slightly. "I planned for eight tables, with ten people per table. That would make 80 guests. Each family can bring only two people. Don't we have enough seats to accommodate 40 families?”

Shanice chuckled helplessly. "Not quite enough. Should we reject some?"

After hesitating for a moment, Nash replied, "Forget it. Add five more tables!" Most of these top-tier aristocratic families were friends of the Sloans, the Murphys, the Bullhogs, the Skyes, the Zunigas, the Fishers, and the Lees.

Fortunately, Nash had resisted calling the Martial Arts Association. Otherwise, even 20 tables would not have been enough!

Just as he hung up the phone, there was another knock on the door. It was followed by Theo’s voice. "Nash, the governor-general of the south is also here. He wants a seat at the table!"

Nash went up to the door and opened it, his deep gaze fixed on Theo. "Were you the one who invited him?”