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.

the room with his family’s guards.

Nash had placed thirty-six

are placed according to the 36 decan stars’

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

“Decan

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!”

his sentence, he kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you want to use the Decan

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

on Skadi’s face when she noticed

Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had

grandmaster, which made him one of the best in the

had gorgeous features that made him look like

numbers of female

the secular world.

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

right did he have to ignore Father

phone and began complaining to Hera.

not stand 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 these reminders from the goodness of

the exasperated Lloyd and used his brush to sketch an

my f*cking god. Are you even listening

“Can it!”

lifted his gaze and directed a blast of inner