My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 538

The voice came from outside.

However, Nash was already standing in the middle of the living room.

His black tuxedo was not even wrinkled.

A shocked look appeared on Fred’s face. “Nash Calcraft… how dare you trespass onto private property?!”

Nash did not even spare Fred a glance, choosing to give Grant a nonchalant glance instead.

Grant could not help but shudder.

How had he gotten in?

Had Dylan not said he would not be able to get in?

“You’re Nash Calcraft?”

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

He looked calm on the outside, but waves of emotion were crashing through him at that very moment!

Half-step to the Mystique Loyalty Realm!

The aura of half-step to the Mystique Loyalty Realm was emanating from his body.

However, he seemed to only be in his early twenties!

How was that possible?

More importantly, eight of Dylan's men had been stationed outside the mansion.

Six of them were stage nine great-grandmasters while the remaining two had achieved the Mystique Loyalty Realm.

If they had exchanged blows, he should have detected what was going on.

Yet, he had not even sensed any change in the energy although Nash was standing inside the mansion.

There were only two possible explanations.

The first was that Nash had managed to sneak into the mansion without being detected by any of the eight men.

The second was that he had managed to subdue all eight men.

That second option was unlikely!

Even he could not subdue six stage nine great-grandmasters and two martial artists who had achieved the Mystique Loyalty Realm in less than a minute.

Hence, it was the first reason.

The man had snuck in.

“Greetings, Mr. Murphy… I'm Nash Calcraft!”

Nash lowered his stature slightly while speaking in a voice that sounded neither servile nor overbearing.

He had made some inquiries to Tristan while on his way to the Zell household.

A crack appeared on the tempered glass, and it extended toward where Nash was seated.

Nash filled his cup with tea before putting the teapot down.

His true energy stopped the crack from making its way to where his teacup was placed.

Dylan’s hand, which was gripping his teacup, began trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, Nash did not release his grip on the teapot.

It was evident who had the upper hand in the current situation.

Shock coursed through Dylan as he gritted his teeth and exerted more force.

Nash took a sip of tea from his teacup.

With a loud boom, the tempered glass exploded into a million tiny pieces.

Countless pieces of glass flew toward Nash.

Nash fixed his gaze on the shards, which froze mid-air.

As Nash swallowed his tea, the shards landed on the ground as well.

Dylan felt his blood pressure rising.

He felt like he was about to spit out blood.