My Substitute CEO Bride

Eric smirked in a somewhat lewd manner.

However, Nash asked with a scowl, "Jasper, have you been out seeking a woman's companionship lately?" Jasper shook his head. "No!"

Eric gave Nash a disdainful look. "Are you dumb? If he's just seeing prostitutes, would his soul be taken?"

Nash thought for a moment, realizing the logic behind Eric's words.

Then, Eric narrowed his eyes and suggested, "Do you think someone used his soul to create a substitute and then plotted against him?"

Nash's expression turned odd. "That's a possibility. Let me try the Soul Tracking Technique first."

Eric locked the door and placed a soundproofing talisman on it.

Nash bit his finger, drew a runic incantation on his palm, and intoned solemnly, "The infinite heaven and earth, I borrow from the universe the power of light and dark, chasing souls within thousands of miles..."

A hum resonated as golden light emanated from the runic incantation in his palm. Nash plucked some hair from Jasper and placed the strands on his glowing palm.

The hair instantly turned into wisps of blue smoke and floated out the window.

Baroque's dormitory for senior employees was filled with suites that were luxuriously decorated, and only managerial-level employees or higher were eligible to live here.

"Ms. Athena, your complexion is looking better and better lately. Have you found yourself a young lover outside?"

Two women in professional attire walked shoulder to shoulder in the corridor.

One was a short-haired beauty in her mid-20s.

The other, with long hair, appeared to be in her 30s. She still retained her charm.

Despite her mature age, she maintained her beauty well, her delicate face still beaming rosily.

She was wearing a short skirt and black stockings, exuding a captivating allure.

"Stop talking nonsense... How could I ever keep a young lover?"

Athena Konick glared at her companion, her eyes betraying a hint of panic.

The short-haired beauty giggled slightly while covering her mouth. "Hehe... We're friends, I certainly wouldn't spread rumors. Come on, tell me who the young lover is? The handsome guy from the R&D department, or the manager you recently promoted in the planning department?"

Athena was getting slightly annoyed and retorted, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll get angry!"

The short-haired beauty pouted. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, then!"

As they spoke, they arrived at Athena's accommodation door.

The short-haired beauty suddenly said, "Ms. Athena, the gas in my dormitory ran out. Can I have a meal at your place?"

Athena hesitated for a moment before nodding.

After pressing her fingerprint, she pushed open the door. Instantly, a wave of cold air hit their faces.

The short-haired beauty shuddered. "Did you forget to turn on the air conditioning?"

Just as she finished asking, she suddenly froze.

It was winter now, so who would use the air conditioning?

Nonetheless, why was it so cold just now?

Athena put down her handbag and said, "You sit for a while. I'll go cook."

The short-haired beauty did not try to be polite and sat on the couch while she looked around.

She quickly noticed a shrine in the center of the living room, with a white porcelain statue of the Goddess of Divinity on it. "Ms. Athena, do you believe in the idea of gods?"

The short-haired beauty walked to the shrine. Out of respect, she clasped her hands together and lowered her head.

Things like gods and ghosts, one might choose not to believe in them, but one still had to respect them.

"Better to believe than not to believe, right? Seeking peace of mind is a spiritual comfort."

Athena responded lightly as she chopped vegetables.

The short-haired beauty stared at the statue for a while, finding it even more and more peculiar.

The statue was made of white porcelain, yet it had two red dots for the eyes and red lipstick on the lips.

If Athena truly believed in the

Goddess of Divinity, why would she

deface it like this? Was this note

disrespectful to the Goddess of

Divinity?

The short-haired beauty shook her head,

lazy to think about it. She

sat the couch, taking out her phone to chat with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend asked her out for dinner. The short-haired beauty took a photo of the living room and replied: [I'm having a meal at Ms. Athena's place, so I won't be going out tonight!]

Her boyfriend sent a shocked emoji and asked: [Honey, what kind of photo did you send? Why is it all blurry?] NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The short-haired beauty opened the photo in confusion and found that it was indeed blurry.