My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 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 as 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.

A troubled expression crossed the person in charge’s face. "While rules may be rigid, people ought to be flexible. Lindon hails from a distinguished background. How can he endure such punishment?"

Standing next to the bishop, a priest coldly spoke up, "Rules are rules. Are rules even rules if they can be changed arbitrarily?"

This person was a martial priest of the church, possessing the power of the mid-level Profound Reality Realm.

Mount Warner had been transformed into a tourist attraction, causing significant damage to the ecological environment. Moreover, the annual dividends were unevenly distributed, and the church was dissatisfied with this situation.

Now, the person in charge had come to them for help, even asking the bishop to disregard the rules of the church. Such a request was a show of a lack of respect for the church.

"Mortimer, I'm talking to your bishop. Do you have the right to interrupt?" The person in charge of the scenic area's face was as dark as it was cold.

Despite being an executive in the business world, he was willing to speak to the bishop with courtesy. However, Mortimer's impertinence is beyond tolerance.

A moment later, he emerged with a priest wearing a light yellow robe. This priest had no scars on his head and walked in a carefree manner. "Grandpa, why are you so late? They didn't give me any food last night and said they wanted to punish me!"

Lindon went up to his grandfather's side, expressing his grievances. He had not been able to reach Horace or Warner the entire day, let alone the photographer, Rowan.

Realizing that something was wrong, he called his grandfather, but he did not expect the bishop to go looking for him when he did. At a glance, the bishop could tell he had done something wrong and warned of the impending disasters due to his misdeeds.

Having been hiding in Purple Church for almost three years, Lindon knew the bishop well. The bishop was well-versed in astronomy and geography, skilled in divination, and highly proficient in the art of fortune-telling.

Hearing the bishop's words, Lindon panicked, prompting him to contact his grandfather to rescue him.

Dominic slapped Lindon across the face."You useless thing, you're always causing trouble for me!"