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.

left the room with his family’s guards.

placed thirty-six

the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks like

his face before this, gasped, “It’s the Decan Soul-Locking Formation!”

“Decan

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 gods. I can’t believe Master Calcraft passed on the technique to this

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

ignored Cillian and walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack

Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash was acting.

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

grandmaster, which made him one of the

gorgeous features that made him look like he had just walked

numbers of female

the secular world.

was nothing

have to ignore

and began complaining to

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

brush to sketch an outline on the parchment

my f*cking god. Are you even listening to

“Can it!”

a blast of inner energy toward Lloyd.

grunt as he stumbled several steps backward, blood