All Chapters of Saintess’s Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander: Chapter 151
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CHAPTER 91 PART 1
The parking garage's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across concrete pillars as Marcus Steel faced the Taoist assassin. Dustless stood with perfect posture, his white robes immaculate, his long beard swaying slightly in the ventilation breeze. In his right hand, he held a horsetail whisk—an ancient weapon that looked deceptively soft but was woven with steel filaments capable of shredding flesh and crushing bone."Marcus Steel," Dustless said, his voice carrying the serene confidence of a man who'd killed hundreds. "You have excellent instincts. Most targets never sense me until my weapon is already through their hearts.""Most targets aren't married to Sacred Saintesses," Marcus replied calmly, his dragon aura beginning to manifest as golden-red energy crackling faintly around his body. "Who sent you? Let me guess—Stanislaus Potter, still crying over his son's broken legs?""Among others," Dustless confirmed. "But my interest is more... personal. You see, Harlan Potter was my d
CHAPTER 91 PART 2
His fist, wreathed in golden-red dragon fire, shot forward faster than Dustless could perceive. The impact hit the assassin's sternum with the force of a cannonball, and the sound of ribs cracking echoed through the parking garage.Dustless flew backward, crashed through a concrete support pillar, and slammed into a parked Mercedes hard enough to cave in the driver's side door. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his horsetail whisk fell from nerveless fingers."Master!" Harlan screamed, hobbling forward on his one good leg. "No! That's—that's impossible! You're a grandmaster! He can't—""Shut up," Dustless gasped, clutching his shattered ribs as he struggled to his feet. He stared at Marcus with genuine shock—and underneath that, dawning terror. "What are you? That power—it's not cultivation. It's not martial arts. It's something... ancient..."Marcus's eyes began to glow with golden-red light, dragon scales flickering across his knuckles like ghostly armor. "I'm the husband of a Sacre
CHAPTER 92
Skyline Restaurant - Downtown Grayson City - 8:17 PMQuinn Hartford sat alone at a corner table, her fingers wrapped around a glass of water, her cold indifference masking the nervous energy beneath. Marcus was seventeen minutes late—not like him at all. Her Sacred Saintess intuition prickled with unease, sensing something had delayed him.She pulled out her phone, typing a quick message: Where are you? Is everything okay?The reply came immediately: On my way. Five minutes. Sorry for the delay.Quinn set her phone down, her posture perfect despite her concern. Around her, Skyline Restaurant buzzed with the quiet conversations of Grayson City's elite—politicians, business executives, old money families dining on expense accounts and inherited wealth."Well, well, well," a slurred voice interrupted her thoughts. "What do we have here? A beautiful woman dining alone. That's a crime against nature."Quinn looked up to find three men approaching her table. The leader—a heavyset man in his
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Quinn Hartford's hands trembled slightly as she gripped Marcus's arm, her cold indifference cracking with genuine fear. "Marcus, please—call Aaron. These men have connections. Real connections. We can't fight them alone."Marcus pulled out his phone and handed it to her without looking away from Cesar Pendleton's bloodied face. "You're right. Call him."Then he walked toward Cesar with measured, predatory steps, his dragon aura radiating controlled fury that made the air itself feel heavy."Wait—what are you—" Cesar started to say.Marcus's fist shot forward with dragon-enhanced speed and power.The impact caught Cesar square in the nose. Bone crunched audibly—a sickening crack that echoed through Skyline Restaurant like a gunshot. Blood exploded from Cesar's face as his head snapped backward, and his entire body flew three feet through the air before crashing through another decorative table.Glass shattered. Wood splintered. Cesar landed in a heap of wreckage and blood, his nose cle
CHAPTER 93 PART 2
The temperature in Skyline Restaurant dropped ten degrees. The lights flickered. Glass rattled in window frames. And Marcus Steel's eyes blazed with golden-red fire that made Riley Ridge take an instinctive step backward."What did you just say?" Marcus's voice carried inhuman resonance that made everyone's survival instincts scream danger."I—I was just—" Cesar stammered, some primitive part of his brain finally recognizing the threat standing before him.Marcus moved.His hand shot out and slapped Riley Ridge across the face with dragon-enhanced force. The impact sounded like a gunshot. Three of Riley's teeth flew from his mouth in a spray of blood and enamel, and he spun completely around before collapsing to the floor."You dare expose my wife's private matters?" Marcus said quietly, his dragon power making the air shimmer with heat. "You dare attack a Sacred Saintess's honor and dignity?"Before Riley could respond, Marcus grabbed a heavy wooden restaurant chair and raised it abo
CHAPTER 94
Bridger Davis stood perfectly still, his wire-rimmed glasses catching the restaurant's flickering lights as he stared at Marcus Steel. For three full seconds, the chief strategist of Three Blade Group said nothing, his analytical mind processing impossible information.Then recognition dawned.His face went pale. His hands, which had been casually adjusting his glasses, trembled slightly. Behind those wire-rimmed lenses, his eyes widened with genuine terror—the kind of fear that came from witnessing something that shattered every understanding of what was possible."You," Bridger whispered, the word barely audible. "You're—you're the one from West Lake."The fifty Three Blade Group soldiers behind him shifted nervously, sensing their leader's sudden change in demeanor but not understanding why.Cesar Pendleton, still clutching his broken nose, looked between Bridger and Marcus with confusion. "You know this punk? Good! Kill him! Make him suffer for what he did to me!"Bridger didn't r
CHAPTER 95
Jade Phoenix Restaurant - Downtown Grayson City - 7:34 PMQuinn Hartford walked beside Marcus Steel with something she hadn't felt in three years—lightness. The Hartford Group board meeting victory still hummed in her veins, her Sacred Saintess aura glowing with quiet confidence that turned heads on the sidewalk."I'm paying," Quinn said firmly, her cold indifference warming slightly at the edges. "This dinner is my idea. My celebration.""You're the acting chairman of a multi-billion-dollar corporation," Marcus replied with a slight smile. "I think you can afford it.""Permanent chairman," Quinn corrected, and something about the word—permanent—made her Saintess aura pulse with golden warmth. "Thanks to your mysterious relative at Titan Group.""Very generous family," Marcus agreed innocuously.Quinn glanced at him sideways, her sacred intuition probing the answer she couldn't quite reach. But before she could press further, she caught Marcus doing something that had become familiar—
CHAPTER 96 PART 1
Jade Phoenix Restaurant - 7:51 PMMarcus's phone rang again before he could pocket it. Aaron Jackson's number flashed on the screen, but this time the background noise was different—gunfire, screeching tires, shouted commands."Elder brother!" Aaron's voice was strained, gasping between words. "We're—we're pinned down! Leopold River Highway, near the old industrial district! They knew our route—knew exactly where we'd be!""How many?" Marcus demanded, his dragon aura flaring with fury."At least twenty—maybe more! Dominic's hit—shoulder wound—we're trying to reach the woods but they've got us flanked!" The sound of shattering glass punctuated Aaron's words. "They're not trying to capture—they want us DEAD!""Hold position. I'm coming.""Elder brother, no! This is a trap to separate you from the Sacred Saintess! They want you isolated—""I don't abandon my people," Marcus interrupted coldly. "Hold. Position."He ended the call and turned to Cole Harrison. "Quinn stays here with your pr
CHAPTER 96 PART 2
Aaron's blood ran cold. That voice—he'd never heard it before, but the similarity to another voice he had heard made identification instant."Cameron Brand," Aaron said quietly."Very good!" The voice came closer, accompanied by the sound of expensive shoes on gravel. "I see my family's reputation precedes us. Yes, I'm Cameron Brand—eldest son of Damien Brand, brother to the late, lamented Jaxon Brand."A figure stepped into view where the highway lights barely reached the tree line. Mid-thirties, tall and lean, wearing an expensive dark suit that somehow remained immaculate despite the violence. His features were similar to Jaxon's—same sharp cheekbones, same predatory eyes—but refined by years abroad, educated in violence far more sophisticated than his younger brother's crude brutality.Cameron held a tactical dagger in his right hand—seven inches of serrated steel that gleamed in the dim light."I was in Switzerland when I heard about Jaxon's death," Cameron continued conversation
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Cameron Brand's dagger gleamed as he advanced on Aaron Jackson, his face twisted with vengeful satisfaction. "No more delays. No more words. Time to pay for what you did to my brother."The blade descended toward Aaron's outstretched hand—A metallic whistle cut through the night air.The dagger flew from Cameron's grip as if struck by invisible force, spinning away to embed itself in a nearby tree trunk three feet away. A small dart—barely visible in the darkness—protruded from the tree bark beside it.Cameron froze, his hand still extended where the weapon had been. "What the—""Spread out!" One of his mercenaries barked orders. "Hidden sniper! Find them! NOW!"Twenty armed men fanned out into the darkness, their weapons raised, tactical lights cutting through the shadows between pine trees. Their boots crunched on fallen needles and dead leaves, their breathing controlled and professional.But the forest remained silent. Empty.Cameron clutched his empty hand, his cultured composur