My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 717

“There’s been a misunderstanding, Ms. Lewis. Mr. Nash Calcraft saved the Kennedys' son last night, and we’re here to say thank you!”

The burly man seemed unsure if he should laugh or cry.

Hera patted her chest and said, “You should've told me earlier. I thought you wanted to cause Nash trouble!”

Atlas got out of the car and strode toward them. He was wearing a finely-pressed suit, and his slightly child-like features were arranged in a cool expression.

Kai, who was seated in the Rolls-Royce, said softly, “Atlas Kennedy is the heir to the Kennedy family. Nash has managed to get the Kennedy family to owe him a huge favor!”

Atlas walked over to Hera and said, “Please take us to Nash. I'd like to thank him in person!”

Hera glanced at her watch. “But I’m going to be late!”

Nash was preoccupied at the moment.

She was also in a rush to get to work and had no time to act as their host.

Atlas turned to the Rolls-Royce and said to Helena, “I saw you two coming out from Royal Bay, so you guys know each other, right?”

Hera introduced everyone, “This is my cousin, and the man driving the car is her boyfriend, Kai Watson. He’s the grandson of Jonford’s richest man!”

Ever since learning about the Skye family, she could carry herself with ease when speaking to members of Capiton’s elite families.

Atlas could not care less about who they were. All he wanted was someone who could point them in the right way. A faint smile appeared on his face, which usually had an aloof expression. “I'd like to trouble you two to take me to Nash!”

Helena turned to Hera and asked, “Is Nash available right now?”

Hera shook her head. “He’s brewing medicine in the basement right now.”

Upon hearing that, Helena turned to Atlas and said, “You should head home, Mr. Kennedy. Nash doesn't have time to meet you.”

She knew what Hera was referring to when she said Nash was brewing medicine.

She had previously seen Nash practicing alchemy.

He did not like being interrupted when he was doing that.

Atlas’ eyebrows furrowed together slightly.

No one had ever dared to speak to him this way, not even when he was a child.

However, he forced himself to keep his temper in check, reminding himself this woman was cousins with Nash’s wife.

“Phone call for you, Mr. Kennedy!”

Another burly man got out of the Aston Martin and walked over with Atlas’ phone.