My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 705

Mireille rarely drank, and Larry had hoped to take advantage of her having a bit too much to drink to find an opportunity for himself. However, the entire night had passed without him even getting to hold her hand.

Sighing, the silver-haired old man said, "You should call Sir Kennedy and have him prepare mentally."

This statement terrified Atlas' attendants, and one of them grabbed the old man's collar. He shouted, "Old man, why don't you use the Eremochloa to save our young sir? I think you're deliberately choosing to watch as our young sir dies!"

They had been asking for Eremochloa the moment he entered the pharmacy, yet until now, the old man had not taken it out to save the young sir. Was he not just deliberately letting the young sir die?

"Let go of my grandfather! I'll give you the Eremochloa now!" Fanny dragged a chair over, stood on it, and reached for the medicine in the cabinet.

Nash wanted it too, right? If he did not save Atlas, then he would not be getting it!

Nash furrowed his brows. Did he really have to resort to physical force?

"Atlas Kennedy? What... What happened to him?" Larry furrowed his brows and inquired.

"Do you know him?"

Mireille looked at Larry with puzzlement.

Larry nodded. "Yeah, he’s the third son of the Kennedy family in Capiton. We attended the same high school, and he later went abroad for university!"

The Kennedy family was a top-tier family in Capiton, while Larry’s family was a third-tier family.

Seeing the precarious situation the Kennedy family's son was in, Larry rubbed his chin and said, "Mireille, see if you can help him. If you can get the Kennedy family to owe you a favor, you could get your establishment to shine in Capiton in the future!"

Regardless of the outcome between himself and Mireille, he should do more for the Tanner family considering the relationship between his grandfather and the Tanner family’s old man.

Now slightly sober from the alcohol, Mireille asked softly, "Mr. Donald, what's wrong with Atlas?"

Mireille thought of calling her grandfather over, but if even Nash could not handle it, then her calling him over would be useless.

"Is there any ailment I can't cure?" Nash glanced at Mireille casually and continued indifferently, "They offended me just now, so I simply don't feel like saving them!"

It was not difficult to cure one who was poisoned by a Seven-Starred Begonia. A set of needles and a prescription of herbs would suffice.

Fanny pursed her lips and continued to mock, "If you can’t do it, then just say so. Why look for excuses?"

Mireille furrowed her brows slightly. "If he can't do it, does that mean no one in this world can?"

Nash's mouth twitched slightly. That statement sounded odd.

Fanny handed the Eremochloa to her grandfather expressionlessly and deliberately raised her voice as she said, "Atlas must have come looking for Eremochloa with guidance given to him by a master. Just try using it!"