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.

the room with his family’s

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

placed according to the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks like a

emotion on his face before this,

“Decan

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 gods. I

he kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you

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

expression appeared on Skadi’s face when

Grim Reaper, Father Cillian

grandmaster, which made him one of the

him look like he had

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

the secular world.

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

right did he have to ignore Father Cillian?

retrieved her phone and began complaining to

Nash’s disrespect 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 parchment paper.

my f*cking god. Are you

“Can it!”

lifted his gaze and directed a

several steps backward, blood oozing from the corners of