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

had placed thirty-six offering bowls around Philix’s

placed according to the 36

emotion on his face before this, gasped, “It’s the Decan

“Decan

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!”

finished his sentence, he kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you want to

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

appeared on Skadi’s face when she

Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the

a ninth-division grandmaster, which made him one of the best in the martial arts world.

that made him look like

have attracted large numbers of female fans if he decided to share his

the secular world.

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

did he have to

huffily retrieved her phone and began

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

used his brush to sketch an

you even

“Can it!”

his gaze and directed a blast of inner energy toward Lloyd.