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

going on, Nash had placed thirty-six offering bowls around

exclaimed, “These offering bowls are placed according to the 36 decan stars’ positions.

had any emotion on his face before

“Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”

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

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

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

appeared on Skadi’s face when she noticed

Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man she admired.

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

him look like he had just

numbers of female fans if he decided

the secular world.

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

did he have to ignore Father Cillian?

phone and began complaining to

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

Lloyd and used his brush to sketch

Are you even listening to

“Can it!”

lifted his gaze and directed a blast of inner energy