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.

hurriedly left the room with his family’s

going on, Nash had placed thirty-six offering bowls

36 decan stars’ positions. It looks like a

on his face before this, gasped,

was shocked. “Decan Soul-Locking

think he’s faking it. The Decan Soul-Locking Formation goes against the laws of nature. Getting a few years shaved off your life constitutes a light punishment, and the worst punishment would be getting cursed by the gods. I can’t believe Master Calcraft passed on the technique to this young

man, are

Cillian and walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack of parchment paper from the tote bag lying on the coffee

expression appeared on Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash was acting.

Grim Reaper, Father Cillian

was a ninth-division grandmaster, which made him one of

look like he had just walked out of

numbers of female fans if he decided to share his knowledge with

the secular world.

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

did he have to

phone and began

Nash’s disrespect and berated him, “Young man, he’s the priest of the Quiet Winds Church and a ninth- division grandmaster. He possesses outstanding skills and is giving you

his brush to sketch an outline on the parchment

f*cking god. Are you even listening to me?”

“Can it!”

gaze and directed a blast of inner