My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1809

Reanna and her family could not help but burst into laughter at Nash's words.

Chad shook his head with a smile and said, "Kid, talking big is one thing, but don't end up biting off more than you can chew. We’ll see if you’re still this arrogant later.”

Nash shrugged indifferently. "I'll be even more arrogant later than I am now." He was not worried at all. Why should he fear the Petro family when he was not even afraid of the Klein family’s four Profound Oriental Realm experts?

Had this happened right after he descended from the mountain, he might have hesitated. Now, however, he had enough strength to handle anything that came his way.

"You're insane, completely insane!" Minerva rushed out of a cluttered room, her face flushed with anger as she stared at Nash. "Do you even know what you're saying? If you have any conscience left, get out now and don't bring trouble upon us!"

She had seen plenty of people tooting their own horn, but never like this, reckless and without bounds. Nash said he dared to strike the head of the Petro family? Just how little regard did he have for the Petro family, the number one family in Drakonia?

“How annoying,” Nash muttered, his brows slightly furrowed. He released a sliver of his spiritual power, and Miverna instantly fainted.

Leonard carried his wife and stammered, “I-I’ll bring her upstairs!” He then rushed away with Minerva.

After entering the bedroom, he quickly closed the door and windows. He even moved the tables, chairs, and fridge to obstruct the door. Even after doing all this, he still felt unsafe.

In the end, he simply sat on the floor and closed his eyes in despair as he waited for death. He initially wanted Hera to help the family. Who would have expected her man to come to Capiton and cause even more trouble?

Downstairs, Liam and James were pacing anxiously while Yvonne sat beside Nash in a daze.

“The Dragon King has arrived!” came a majestic voice from outside.

Nalarov slapped Reanna to the ground with a single blow. "I hate coquettish types the most!" He glanced at the makeup that stained his hand with disdain and wiped it off with a white handkerchief he pulled from his pocket before striding into the living room.

James looked at the people Nalarov had brought with him and nearly collapsed to the ground. There were 20 great-grandmasters standing at the back and four more elderly figures beside him who seemed to be martial artists above the great-grandmaster level.

James could not believe the terrifying depth of power the Petro family possessed. If Nalarov alone commanded such formidable martial forces, what about the entire family?

He stole a glance at Nash, who remained composed as ever. James secretly wondered if this young man truly understood the terrifying martial prowess before him or if his confidence stemmed solely from his own exceptional martial talent.

Nalarov fixed his gaze on Nash, and he gritted his teeth. "You're the scoundrel who had the gall to hit my sister, aren't you?"