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.

hurriedly left the room with his

on, Nash had placed thirty-six offering bowls around

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

not had any emotion on his face before this,

“Decan Soul-Locking

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

asked, “Young man, are

walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack of parchment paper from the

frosty expression appeared on Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash was acting.

Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man

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

him look like he had just

would have attracted large numbers of female fans if

the secular world.

was nothing more than a stage three

right did he have to ignore

her phone and began complaining to

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

used his brush to sketch an outline on the parchment

you even listening to

“Can it!”

his gaze and directed a

as he stumbled several steps