All Chapters of Saintess’s Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander: Chapter 91
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CHAPTER 57 PART 2
"Quinn won't be returning tomorrow," Marcus continued. "Or the next day. In fact, she won't return until every single person who mocked her, undermined her, or treated her with disrespect has publicly apologized.""That's HUNDREDS of people!" Oliver exploded. "That would take—""However long it takes," Marcus finished calmly. "And it starts with you, Oliver."Oliver's face flushed. "I'm not apologizing to—"SLAP!Marcus's hand moved faster than most people could track. The blow caught Oliver across his already-damaged face with devastating precision. Oliver's head snapped sideways, blood flying from his split lip, his body stumbling backward into the employees behind him."That's for three years of schemes," Marcus said calmly.Oliver tried to straighten, his hand going to his face—SLAP!Another blow, harder this time. Oliver's legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees, blood dripping onto the carpet."That's for the Azure Pierce incident," Marcus continued."STOP THIS!" Zachary roare
CHAPTER 58 PART 1
Marcus stood over Oliver's crumpled form, his dragon eyes glowing with cold satisfaction. The hallway full of Hartford Group employees watched in stunned silence, their phones recording every moment of the mighty Oliver Hartford's destruction.Quinn stood beside Marcus, her Saintess aura flickering with complicated emotions—vindication, concern, and something approaching pride. Her sacred powers responded to Marcus's righteous anger, forming a protective golden shimmer around him that made several employees gasp."Look at him," Marcus said, his voice carrying clearly down the hallway. "The great Oliver Hartford. Heir to the family fortune. Future leader of Hartford Group." He nudged Oliver with his foot. "Tell me, Oliver, what exactly qualifies you for leadership?"Oliver groaned, trying to push himself up. Blood dripped from his split lip onto the carpet."Is it your business acumen?" Marcus continued conversationally. "Because every project you've touched has underperformed. Or mayb
CHAPTER 58 PART 2
Quinn's eyes widened—she'd forgotten that incident, buried it with all the other small humiliations. But Marcus had remembered every single one.SLAP!Marcus's hand caught Oliver again, the blow devastating. Oliver's body lifted off the ground, crashed back down."That's for the soup," Marcus said calmly.SLAP!"That's for every birthday you 'forgot' to invite us to.""STOP!" Zachary's voice carried genuine desperation now. "Please! I'm begging you! What do you want? Name your terms! Just stop hurting him!"Marcus looked at the broken Oliver, then at Zachary, then at the hundreds of employees recording every moment."I want him to kneel," Marcus said simply."What?" Zachary's voice came out strangled."I want Oliver Hartford," Marcus continued, his voice carrying clearly, "to kneel before Quinn. To call her 'sister.' To acknowledge her as a Sacred Saintess who deserves respect. To publicly recognize that she's above him in every way that matters."He placed his foot on Oliver's chest,
Chapter 59 PART 1
The abandoned West Lake pier had earned its reputation honestly—decades of smuggling, illegal deals, and bodies dumped into dark water had stained the location with violence so thick even ordinary people felt uneasy approaching it. The warehouse at the end of the pier was a skeletal structure, its windows broken, its walls covered in graffiti that marked various gang territories over the years.Perfect for what Marcus had in mind.He'd left Quinn with specific instructions before departing the Hartford residence, his dragon eyes serious when they met hers."Aaron will take you to our new place," Marcus said, squeezing her hand gently. "Stay there. Don't open the door for anyone except him or me.""Where are you going?" Quinn asked, though her Saintess senses already detected the answer wouldn't be comforting."To collect a debt," Marcus said simply. "It won't take long."Now, as evening shadows stretched across the pier, Marcus stood in the warehouse's main space, watching Sonny Ridge
CHAPTER 59 PART 2
"I did," Marcus said calmly, stepping forward. "Sonny Ridge cheated customers at Black Wind Bar. Lost a bet. Tried to welch on the payment. In the underworld, that deserves consequences.""Consequences?" Gerrard's hand moved toward his weapon. "You think you can kidnap a Three Blade deputy manager and—""Gerrard," Bridger's voice cut in smoothly, his hand on his colleague's arm. "Let's not be hasty. I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding that can be resolved professionally."He turned to Marcus with calculated respect. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Bridger Davis, and this is Gerrard Cooper. We represent the Three Blade Group's interests in Grayson City. May I ask your name?"Marcus smiled slightly—not his warm smile, not even his terrifying smile, but something that suggested he was enjoying this more than he should. "Did you bring the money?"Bridger's eyes flickered with surprise at the directness. "We came to discuss terms. To understand exactly what—""Four hundred
CHAPTER 60
Bridger Davis's calculated expression cracked slightly, fury bleeding through his professional mask. "You're ignoring me," he said, his voice tight with controlled rage. "Do you understand who I am? What I represent?""A man who hasn't answered my question," Marcus replied calmly. "Did you bring the four hundred million or not?""The Three Blade Group doesn't pay ransoms!" Bridger's voice rose. "We don't negotiate with kidnappers! You've crossed a line, Jackson—you and your... friend... have severely miscalculated!"Aaron leaned against a support pillar, checking his fingernails with theatrical boredom. "Bridger, we've known each other what, five years? You're smarter than this. You know exactly why we're here and what happens if you refuse to pay.""What happens," Gerrard Cooper interjected, his scarred face twisted with anger, "is we paint this warehouse with your blood. You think you can just grab a Three Blade deputy manager and extort us? We have fifty men surrounding this buildi
CHAPTER 61 PART 1
The warehouse air shifted the moment Noah Miller moved—a veteran predator finally dropping all pretense, his killing intent so thick it made the temperature seem to drop. His Eagle-Claw Hand technique manifested visibly, dark energy coalescing around his fingers, shaping them into something that looked more like talons than human appendages.Aaron Jackson reacted instantly, launching himself forward to intercept. His body blurred with cultivation-enhanced speed, meeting Noah mid-leap in a collision that echoed through the warehouse like thunder.BOOM!Their clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, scattering dust and debris. Both men rebounded, landing in defensive stances, eyes locked with mutual recognition. This wasn't going to be a quick fight. Both were seasoned killers operating at the peak of their abilities."Impressive," Noah said, his voice carrying grudging respect. "Aaron Jackson's reputation isn't exaggerated. But you're still going to die tonight.""You're welcome to try,
CHAPTER 61 PART 2
The dark energy dispersed like smoke. Noah's carefully cultivated power structure collapsed. His fingers, shaped into lethal talons, broke under the impact. Bones splintered. Tendons snapped.And the force behind Marcus's dragon-enhanced punch continued through, catching Noah square in the chest.The old enforcer flew backward, his body ragdolling through the air, crashing through a stack of wooden crates before slamming into the far wall hard enough to crack concrete.He slid down, coughing blood, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. His arms—both arms—shook uncontrollably, nerves damaged beyond anything normal healing could repair.The entire warehouse went silent. Even the ongoing firefight between Aaron's men and the Three Blade soldiers paused as everyone processed what they'd just witnessed.Noah Miller, the Eagle-Claw legend, the unkillable enforcer who'd never lost a fight, lay broken against a warehouse wall, defeated in a single exchange."Impossible," Bridger Davis breat
CHAPTER 62 PART 1
Noah Miller pushed himself up from the cracked warehouse wall, blood dripping from his mouth, his arms still trembling uncontrollably. He tried to speak—to defend himself, to explain, to salvage some dignity from this catastrophic defeat."I was—""Shut up," Marcus said.The two words carried such contempt, such absolute dismissal, that Noah actually flinched. But worse than the words was what followed—Marcus's dragon eyes boring into him with the kind of perception that saw through lies, through facades, through carefully constructed reputations to the rotten truth beneath."Anthony 'the Viper' trained you," Marcus said, each word deliberate. "One of the legendary assassin masters. He took you in as a promising student, taught you the Eagle-Claw Hand, groomed you to be his successor."Noah's face went pale. How could this man know about Anthony? That was forty years ago, buried history that—"And then came the Hong Kong assignment," Marcus continued relentlessly. "A billion-dollar hi
CHAPTER 62 PART 2
He hung up, checking his watch. Five minutes until reinforcements arrived. Five minutes to watch Noah Miller—supposedly invincible—get destroyed by this unknown force.Inside, Noah attacked again, his Eagle-Claw Hand technique still formidable despite his broken state. Desperation and rage gave him a burst of power, his talons aiming for Marcus's throat with killing intent honed over decades.Marcus sidestepped casually, his dragon-enhanced perception making Noah's "lightning-fast" strike look slow. His counter was a simple palm to Noah's chest—no elaborate technique, just raw dragon power concentrated into a single point.BOOM!Noah flew backward again, crashing through another stack of crates, sliding across the floor before slamming into a support pillar. He coughed blood, his vision swimming, his legendary Eagle-Claw Hand completely useless against someone operating on a different level of existence."That's four times now," Marcus said conversationally. "Four times I've knocked y