My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1510

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.