My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 112

Stellar was a man who did as he said.

He took his pistol and aimed it at Howard’s head.

Howard shuddered in fear when he saw the black-colored muzzle.

No one had ever dared point a gun at him in the past seventy years he had been alive.

Yet now, he did not have the guts to lose his temper when a gun was pointed at him.

Deep within his heart, he knew without a doubt that not only did Stellar dare point a gun at him, but he was also brazen enough to pull the trigger and kill him.

“Colonel… sir… I… I…”

Howard stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence.

The poor had no power over the rich, and the rich had no power over the government.

Although he held extremely powerful positions in Jonford, they were nothing in comparison to the power the Northern Territory’s colonel had.

For the sake of his life, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

“Get the hell out!” Stellar roared.

room with his family’s

on, Nash had placed thirty-six

offering bowls are placed according to the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks

emotion on his face before this, gasped,

shocked. “Decan Soul-Locking

shaved off your life constitutes a light punishment, and

Cillian finished his sentence, he kindly asked, “Young man, are you

ignored Cillian and walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack of parchment paper from

on Skadi’s face when

Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been

a ninth-division grandmaster, which made him one of the best

him look like he had just walked out of a

doubt he would have attracted large numbers of female fans if he decided to share his knowledge with those

the secular world.

might have excellent martial arts skills, but he was nothing more than

have

her phone and began complaining to Hera.

the priest of the Quiet Winds Church and a ninth- division grandmaster. He possesses outstanding skills and is giving you these reminders from the goodness of his heart!”

ignored the exasperated Lloyd and used his brush to sketch an outline on the

f*cking god. Are you even

“Can it!”

directed a blast