My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

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 family’s guards.

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

offering bowls are placed according to the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks like a magic

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

shocked. “Decan

think he’s faking it. The Decan Soul-Locking 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

kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you

and 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

face when she noticed how arrogant Nash

Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man she

him one of the best in

he had gorgeous features that made him look like he had just walked out of

large numbers of female fans if he decided to share his knowledge with

the secular world.

but he was nothing

have to ignore Father Cillian?

huffily retrieved her phone and began complaining

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

and used his brush to sketch an outline on the

Are you

“Can it!”

a

let out a muffled grunt as he stumbled several steps backward,