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

going on, Nash had placed thirty-six offering bowls around Philix’s body.

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

not had any emotion on his face before this, gasped, “It’s the Decan Soul-Locking

shocked. “Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”

“I don’t 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

man, are you sure you want to use

retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack of parchment paper from the

Skadi’s face when

Cillian had been the man she

made him one

features that made him look like he had

he would have attracted large numbers of female fans if

the secular world.

excellent martial arts skills, but he was nothing more than a stage three grandmaster to

did he have

retrieved her phone and began complaining to

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

his brush to sketch an outline on the parchment

f*cking god. Are you even listening

“Can it!”

lifted his gaze and directed a blast of inner