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My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

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Chapter 701

At this moment, it was almost nine in the evening. It was the peak. hours for the average working class

as they had gotten off work. Outside Mercy Pharmacy, three long queues had formed.

One line was designated for regular medicine, another for holistic, and the third was for those who were

there for consultation with the

physician.

Nash walked to the queue for holistic medicine and silently stood at

the back of the line.

Mercy Pharmacy was located in the central area of the entire street. There were a large number of

rental houses nearby, so the business

here was much better than Tanner Group Pharmacy, which was on

Ancient Street.

After entering the pharmacy, Nash looked around and quickly noticed

a withered herb in a cabinet. The leaf at the center resembled a

willow leaf, and it was surrounded by centipede-looking roots. It was

the Eremochloa, named for its resemblance to a centipede.

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“Excuse me… Excuse me…”

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back. A pale-faced young

man had entered while being surrounded by three muscular men. The

people in the queue were pushed aside but dared not speak up when they saw the fierce-looking

group.

At this point, Nash had reached the front of the line.

“I want

“Fuck what you want! Didn’t you hear us telling you to step aside?”

One of the burly men reached out and pushed Nash.

Nash raised his hand, grabbing the man’s before kicking forward.

The burly man fell to the ground on his knees. With a forceful twist of Nash’s wrist, a crisp crack sound

echoed from the man’s

outstretched right hand.

“Ah!! You little punk, you dare hit me-”

The burly man winced in pain, and a murderous look appeared in his

eyes.

Nash released his grip and then kicked the burly man in the abdomen,

sending him flying like a ball.

The others were about to step forward, but the fair-faced young man,

raised his hand to stop them.

Nash glanced at them indifferently and asked, “Don’t you know that you should wait in line?”

One of them narrowed their eyes and said, “Kid, we’re from Capiton!”

Upon hearing that they were from Capiton, the others queuing up instinctively moved farther away.

Capiton was a place with

unassuming powerful people, full of elite families and the children of

officials.

Nash smiled. “So what? Do people from Capiton not need to wait in

line?”

“Our young sir wants to buy things so yeah, he doesn’t need to wait in

line!”

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The burly man took out a check from his pocket and swiftly wrote a line of numbers on it with a pen.

Tearing the check from the book, he handed it to Nash, saying, “Here’s a hundred thousand. Vacate the

spot immediately!”

He could tell that this young man was a martial artist. His young sir was severely poisoned, his strength

not even at 1% of his peak. Their group would lose if they were to act recklessly.

A hundred thousand dollars? Just to give up a spot?

The onlookers’ gazes were filled with excitement. They were eager to swap places with Nash.

Nash looked at the check in the burly man’s hand and fell silent. It was a substantial amount for him to

just give up his spot. It did not seem like a bad deal.

Just as he was about to reach for the check, an elderly man in his 80s hurriedly walked out from the

inner hall. “I didn’t know you’d be honoring us with your presence, Mr. Kennedy. I apologize for not.

welcoming you properly. Please forgive me!”

The silver-haired old man was dressed in a traditional suit, with anxiety and nervousness written all

over his face. When he noticed the pale-faced young man, his pupils narrowed slightly. “Mr. Kennedy,

please have a seat. Let me check your pulse first!”

When he noticed Nash blocking Mr. Kennedy, the old man’s

expression turned cold. “Step aside! I need to treat Mr. Kennedy!”