My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 707

Old Donald anxiously spoke up, "Sir, please wait..."

Nash remained indifferent and continued making his way out. He did not need the Eremochloa for the Golden Onyx Pill. Other herbs could substitute for it. The resulting pill might be a bit more toxic, but with the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, Nash could refine it and eliminate the toxicity.

Atlas’ men quickly ran out, blocking Nash's path. The three of them stared at Nash coldly.

"You can't leave..."

They were not fools. They could tell that the old man in the pharmacy was helpless. The young man in front of them had spoken with conviction, indicating he might be skilled.

Nash narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, "I want to leave. You think you can stop me?"

The three burly men fell to their knees before him, and the scene attracted the attention of many onlookers.

"Sir, please, save our young sir! We'll pay whatever amount you ask, just save him!” one of the burly men solemnly declared. He believed the patriarch would spare no expense in this matter.

Nash smiled faintly. "Where’s the arrogance from before?”

They had been strutting around so haughtily before like they were such important people. Now, they were kneeling before him, pleading for his help.

Could they not have been a bit more modest to begin with?

Nash could not help but sigh inwardly.

"Sir, we were doing all that for the young sir's sake. Please understand!" the burly man explained, sweat pouring down his face.

More and more onlookers had gathered around.

"Enough, get up." Nash sighed softly. Saving a life was more important than anything else. Since they had knelt down to apologize, he decided to show some mercy.

Mireille glanced at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What he wanted changed was their attitude.

She picked up a domestically raised small white mouse from the cage. Just as she was about to inject the blood into the mouse, Nash suddenly walked in. "You really are stubborn!"

He raised his hand and manipulated the objects from a distance. The small white mouse and the syringe in Fanny's hand were sucked into Nash's hand.

"Can you understand this?" Nash said coldly.

Fanny merely replied, "I can understand this. Martial artists practice vital energy, and that’s what you used!”

Old Donald smiled bitterly and said, "Fanny, you'd better speak less!"

Displeasure showed on her face. "Grandpa, do you also think I'm doing something wrong?"

"The unsightly are truly prone to causing trouble!" Nash said as he glanced at the woman as though she were an idiot. Then, he said to Mireille, "Let's hurry up and treat Atlas. That's the better option compared to letting a certain someone try to show off."