My Substitute CEO Bride

Gaspard glared at his son fiercely before striding boldly into the dilapidated house. A musty scent hit them as they entered. Suppressing the urge to retch, Gaspard looked compassionately at the elderly man who was sitting on the couch and holding a child. "Sir, how can you live in such conditions? My son is this year's most distinguished philanthropist in Jonford. I'll make sure he allocates a poverty relief fund for you!"

These words were intended for Hera and Nash, who were sitting on another couch. He seemed genuinely concerned, even going so far as to bite his tongue to force tears to his eyes. Then, he turned to Hera and Nash, greeting, "Ms. Lewis, Mr. Calcraft." He would not have shown such respect if Hera were alone. However, Nash was also here, and he was the powerhouse behind Hera's current status. Word had it that Nash had been absent from Jonford for a while because the city could no longer contain such a significant figure.

His influence spanned both sides of the law, making his presence in Jonford somewhat dull. However, this did not diminish his formidable reputation in the city.

Jasmine's eyes flickered with a cold glint. She was impressed by Gaspard's acting skills. He could have won an Oscar for that performance.

Then, cutting through the performance, Hera's red lips parted slightly. Her tone was calm and unreadable as she asked sharply, "Where's Geoffrey?"

"Ah, yes, yes. I should have my son be part of the discussion." Then, he shouted toward the door, "Geoffrey, come in quickly!"

However, Geoffrey dared not enter. Although that woman was already dead, her lingering spirit still protected that old man and the illegitimate child.

Geoffrey took deep breaths to calm his fear. He then pulled out his talisman from his neck. It was the protective talisman he obtained three years ago from the Church of Cold Winds.

With a stiff resolve, Geoffrey stepped into the room. As soon as he entered, he felt a cold gaze sweep over him. He sucked in a breath of cold air, his gaze fixed on the woman in white standing behind the old man. Harriet was glaring at him coldly. "Geoffrey, Ms. Lewis wants you to discuss this cooperation personally." Gaspard smiled faintly. He dragged a chair over and sat down.

He wore a fake smile on his face as

he said, "Ms, Lewis, my son's involvement in charity work was actually because he was greatly influenced by you. I believe under your guidance, entrepreneurs in Janford can do even more charity work!"

"Kneel!" Hera suddenly shouted. Beside her, Nash was also slightly surprised.

Geoffrey suddenly fell to his knees, pain stabbing through his kneecaps. Hera's formidable presence had brought him down.

"It's not Ms. Lewis you should be

kneeling to. It's this old man!" Gaspard shouted at Geoffrey in anger, causing those around to wonder if he was aware of the situation.

"Look at the outcome of your charity work. There are still impoverished people in Jonford living in houses unfit even for dogs. You owe this old man an apology!" The air was thick with awkwardness.

"Sir, we didn't bring you here to discuss business or charity," Finn said.

"What?" Gaspard looked at Hera in confusion, puzzled by this revelation. Did they want to talk about life?

Hera took a deep breath, having finally processed the past events shared with her by Harriet and the others.

She approached Geoffrey, who was sweating profusely on the ground and said icily, "Geoffrey, eight years ago, you raped a girl and threatened to kill her parents if she dared to report you..."

As if lightning struck Gaspard, he fell backward from the chair and onto the ground.