My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1314

“That’s impossible,” the Eastjon king dismissed the thought without even thinking.

There was an elder in the National Martial Bureau who was from his family, the Blanco family. The message he had received was that the head of the National Martial Bureau had broken through to the Profound Oriental Realm and would be lending a hand to support Bobby in upholding the Southern Martial Alliance.

He would not have pushed his daughter to the Palmer family's martial prodigy otherwise.

Anton stood up with his wine glass in hand and patted Yelzog on the shoulder. "Yelzog, your vision is too small!" Then, he made toward the table where Nash was sitting.

Sitting next to Nash, Francel hurriedly warned him, "Nash, Mr. Anton is coming to offer you a toast. He's the father of the Warden of the Eastern Territory and the helmsman of the six martial halls. He's humble and modest, highly respected in the community!"

Hearing this, Nash quickly stood up with his wine glass, ready to meet him. "Mr. Varhess,” he greeted respectfully.

Anton's eyes were filled with admiration as he said, "Good lad, you haven't disgraced your father.”

Nash was surprised to see Anton here. He was shocked but quickly suppressed his emotions. This man was the father of the Warden of the Eastern Territory and likely held considerable prestige in official circles. It was not strange for him to know the Warden of the Northern Territory.

Nash was the son of the Warden of the Northern Territory, and although there was not much resemblance between them, someone with a certain level of cultivation would be able to sense their bloodline connection.

Nash smiled slightly. "Sir, you flatter me. I only did what I could, which pales in comparison to those heroes who defend our country!" He was not only praising his own father but also lauding the Warden of the Eastern Territory.

Anton burst into laughter. "Calm and composed, and you’re not arrogant or impulsive either. If only my grandsons were half as good as you!"

Nash scratched his head awkwardly. "Everyone has their reckless moments when they're young. I was quite arrogant back in the day!"

"Unless you harbor some significant grievance against him, my advice would be to turn your hostility into friendship."

Nash looked deeply at the man who was the head of the Varhess family. He had not shown an ounce of his dissatisfaction toward the Eastjon king this entire time. He had not even rejected him outright, yet Anton had noticed his sentiments.

"Mr. Calcraft.” A beautiful woman in a sexy dress approached them with a glass of red wine in hand, her hips swaying. Her red lips parted again, and she introduced herself, "I'm Genevieve from the Goode family of Cazadine. May I get to know you?"

Anton laughed heartily. "I won't disturb you young people, then. Carry on as you please!" With that, he turned and left.

Nash had not felt any waves of inner energy from Anton, which made him want to use his Third Eye to check Anton's core directly. He restrained himself, however, as a person could tell when they were being scrutinized after reaching a certain level of cultivation.