Chapter 1009

Nash ended the call feeling frustrated. He scrolled through his phone for Francis' number. He hesitated for a moment before deciding not to call him in the end. His master had lived for over 800 years and had a sharp eye for discerning intentions. How could his second disciple, who was also Nash’s senior, harm him? Noticing Nash’s poor complexion, Hera grabbed his hand and asked, "Nash, is something wrong?" Nash clasped Hera’s hand back, smiling. "It's nothing you need to worry about. Let's go to bed.” With that, he carried her bridal style and headed toward the second floor. After Nash and Hera finished breakfast the next morning, they drove to the company together. At the company entrance stood a handsome blond man with closed eyes and a bouquet in his hand. The sight of him attracted many curious glances. This time, he brought two burly bodyguards of foreign ethnicity with him. Hera furrowed her brows slightly. "Is he insane?" How disgusting could this man be to continue har