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 guards.

placed

to the 36

on his face before this, gasped,

“Decan

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

man, are you sure you

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

Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash

meeting the Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man she

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

like he had just walked out of a painting.

was no doubt he would have attracted large numbers of female fans if he decided to share his knowledge with

the secular world.

he was nothing more than a stage three grandmaster

did he have to ignore

retrieved her phone and

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

used his brush to sketch an outline on the parchment paper.

you even listening to me?”

“Can it!”

directed a blast of inner energy toward