My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 702
Nash’s face darkened. “I’ve been waiting in line for an hour. Let me buy my medicine first. I need the Eremochl-”
“Do you not understand the human language?” the silver-haired old man interrupted Nash coldly.
Atlas was the young master of the Kennedy family in Capiton and also the most beloved grandson of Sir Kennedy. The
gentleman had personally called just now and informed him that his grandson would be coming down to his pharmacy to buy
medicine.
He also asked the silver-haired old man to make things easy for him.
If the old man could establish a relationship with the Kennedy family of Capiton, he might even be able to open a branch in
Capiton.
Atlas frowned slightly, covering his chest gently. “You don’t need to check my pulse. I just want the Eremochloa bead,” he said
hoarsely, the breath he exhaled carrying a strong fishy odor.
Nash noticed then that Atlas’ gums were black. He had truly been poisoned, and it did not seem to be a simple poison.
“Well, what a coincidence, I also want the Eremochloa!” Nash retorted. “Your pharmacy should follow the principle of first come,
first served, right?”
Nash did not care whether this young sir lived or died. He was determined to get the Eremochloa If they refused to sell it, he
would find his own way to resolve the issue
The woman dispensing the medicine removed her mask and scolded angrily, “How dare you talk to my grandfather like that? Do
you even know who my grandfather is?” Her saliva almost rained down on Nash’s face.
It suddenly occurred to the silver-haired old that Nash looked somewhat familiar. He pulled his granddaughter back a bit and
whispered, “Fanny, does this person resemble Brian Tanner’s... grandmaster?”
The woman called Fanny was puzzled. “No way, why would Brian Tanner’s grandmaster come to our place to buy medicine?”
She snuck a glance at Nash. “Moreover, he’s too young!”
How could a young man who looked even younger than herself be the grandmaster of Jonford’s top doctor, Brian Tanner?

The silver-haired old man lowered his voice even more. “I heard that
Brian Tanner’s grandmaster is a young man in his 20s. The man himself was also asking around for Eremochloa today.”
Fanny took out her phone, pulled up the pharmacy’s surveillance footage, captured Nash’s image, and sent it to a holistic
medicine group chat.
Atlas was now slightly short of breath and feeling a tightness in his chest. Leaning on the shoulder of a burly man next to him, he
stared at the silver-haired old man and urged, “Quickly, give me the Eremochloa...”
Blood began to ooze from his mouth as he spoke.
At this moment, Fanny whispered to her grandfather, “He really is Brian Tanner’s grandmaster!”
The silver-haired old man trembled slightly. Brian Tanner had a significant reputation in the Jonford medical community, but
recently, his grandmaster had become even more famous.
He first cured Walter Watson’s bedridden wife. Then, he successfully treated late-stage cancer. Finally, he healed the Northern
Territory’s Warden, Philix Xing. Nash’s extraordinary medical skills easily put him on par with the renowned Thomas King of the
past.
Fanny whispered, “Now what do we do? Who should we sell the Eremochloa to?”
One was the young sir of the Kennedy family in Capiton, and the other was the grandmaster of Jonford’s top doctor, Brian
Tanner. Both held unshakable positions.
If they sold the Eremochloa to Atlas, it might be challenging for him/ to continue his practice in Jonford. However, he was worried
about the consequences if he were to offend the Kennedy family in Capiton.