My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 613

Several buildings past the back door of the main hall led to a resting area. At this moment, in the room where the bishop was located, more than 20 bodyguards clad in black were standing with their hands behind their backs.

In front of them stood a white-haired old man with a dragon-headed cane in his hand. Beside the old man was a middle-aged person dressed in a suit, who happened to be the person in charge of the

Mount Warner scenic area.

The venerable bishop, in his 70s, was wearing a robe. He had a string. of prayer beads in his hand as he sat on a mahogany-made high- backed chair.

“Bishop, this is Mr. Dominic Carter, the chairman of the Green Bamboo Association. He has come to pick up Lindon,” said the person in charge respectfully.

Mount Warner had become a scenic area all thanks to the bishop’s efforts. Purple Church was now able to earn money from offerings well as make a substantial profit from ticket sales on the project. side. It was truly mutually beneficial cooperation.

“He caused trouble outside a few days ago. According to the church’s rules, he must be punished with 80 strokes before he can leave,” the bishop said slowly, his voice old and hoarse.

may be rigid, people ought to

next to the bishop, a priest coldly spoke up, “Rules are rules. Äre

possessing the power of the mid-level Profound Reality

to the ecological environment. Moreover, the annual dividends were unevenly distributed, and the church

even asking the bishop to disregard the rules of the church. Such a request was a show of

have the right to interrupt?” The person in charge of the scenic area’s

being an executive in the business world, he was willing to speak to the bishop with courtesy. However, Mortimer’s impertinence.

noticed the increasingly unfriendly tone of the person in charge, his temper instantly flared. “Is my mouth not on my face? Why can’t I speak?”

The person in charge rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to get physical.

ant ordinary person like him would be as

coldly said, “Without rules, there is no order. The reason. why the Green Bamboo Association

aura of an underground tycoon

charge of the scenic area respectfully replied, “As expected of a great boss who knows that rules are meant to be adhered