From Trash Husband To Supreme Commander

Chapter 7

Dante’s arm shot out, grabbed it, and casually lifted and tossed a man weighing 180kg behind him.

Three minutes later, he dragged the tenth unconscious man to the wall, then tapped on the window.

“I just need you to call the home of Michael Slater and hand me the phone.”

At this, the cowering man inside did as told and threw out the phone.

“I’m not expecting any visitors. If there’s anyone there who claims to be from me, send them away,” the sleepy, scruffy voice of a man filtered through the receiver as soon as the call connected.

“Mick, in three weeks, I need you to find someone who’ll buy an apartment from Wards Royal Estate.”

There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice sharpened, disbelief oozing through it as he stuttered, “S-Supreme Commander Wynn?”

Resting on the wall, Dante sucked in his teeth, “Look at your surveillance footage and tell me if there’s anyone bold enough to cause such a scene outside Phase 3.”

For almost a minute, the other end was so silent that Dante turned to the person inside.

“Is the call still connected?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Came the shaky voice.

Dante pressed the phone tighter against his ear, surprised.

He had just parted his lips to say something when a BMW sped toward the gate.

It had barely gotten there when it screeched to a stop. A man, still in polka dot pajamas, hopped out, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.

Despite the thick prescription glasss he had on, Dante could see his eyes widening in disbelief.

Michael Slater didn’t lower his phone, nor did he avert his gaze.

With his free hand, he took off his glasses, wiped them clean with his shirt, and wore them again.

Taking a step forward, his voice trembled with excitement as he rushed toward the gate. “It’s really you, Supreme Commander!”

He then spoke with the officer inside before driving Dante to his place.

After serving him tea, he stood in a corner, his eyes roving over him.

Michal Slater, a prominent fixer for the military who took care of scandals and fixed whatever needed to be fixed for positive public opinion, wasn’t very good at hiding his curiosity.

Dante glanced at him, “Say it.”

The man didn’t hesitate and promptly sat in front of him.

“There were rumors that you went mad. Someone said they saw you roaming the streets five years ago. He was so convincing, a lot of people believed him.”

“However, you still look the same. Even better. Now I’m doubting if what they said about you running mad was ever true.”

Dante lowered his eyes to his arms.

Indeed, he still looked the same. But that was only because the Ward family made him do all kinds of work. Tasks even their workers didn’t do.

He ran errands every hour of the day, which maintained his form despite having no awareness that he was supposed to.

“What I said about the house…” His brows perked up questioningly as he changed the subject.

At this, Michael withdrew backward, a bitter smile creasing his lips.

“You’ve been gone five years, so you probably don’t know, but after you suddenly went missing, the army started cracking down on people.”

“Everyone associated with you was dropped. I made enough money working for the army, so I’ve been holed up here ever since.”

“So, currently… I, unfortunately, don’t have the connections needed to make that happen.”

Dante paused.

“Is this related to the bounty on my head?”

Michael’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I see you’ve heard about that. They seemed to think putting a bounty on your head would smoke you out faster. So now everyone who knows how to use a gun has been hunting for you.”

Dante was only silent for a second before his brows perked up again in surprise, “So why aren’t you turning me in?”

Michael’s cheeks stretched into a wide smile.

“Not only do we have history, Supreme Commander, but I’d be executed alongside you without my side ever being heard.”

Dante thinned his lips.

So he was stripped of his position and a bounty was put on his head.

The stripping of his title, he understood as it was disgraceful for a Supreme Commander not to be aware enough that he became a madman, but the bounty…

“Supreme Commander, what do you plan to do with the information you took with you five years ago?” Michael suddenly asked.

Dante’s brows knitted into a frown, his voice deepening. “Information?”

Taking the change in voice to be annoyance, Michael hurriedly waved his hand.

“No, no! I’m not asking because I want a share in it. I’m just trying to understand if risking your life over it is worth it.”

“You went to such lengths to cover your tracks that up until now, the army still doesn’t know what it is you took from their base.”

It finally dawned on Dante what was happening.

Given how the army operated, it didn’t surprise him one bit that they were going to such lengths since they thought he took something from them.

But his memory was intact and he didn’t remember taking anything. If there was really anything missing from the database, then his cousin must’ve had something to do with it.

“You’re saying coming here was no use.” Once again, he didn’t answer Michael’s question and got on his feet.

Michael did the same, small smile etched into his face.

“You paid me ten years in advance for my services, and you’ve only used half of those years. I’d do anything to help you, but I really have no connections.”

“The army also has their eyes on me, so I fear if they find you, I’ll also be in trouble too. But I can set you up with someone who owes me a favor and frequently buys a house.”

With a nod from Dante, Michael wrote down a name and number on a piece of paper.

Dante didn’t look at it before slipping it into his pocket.

It was almost midnight, which meant the Ward family’s gates would soon be locked, so he needed to get back quickly.

Michael had just turned to drop the pen, but when he turned again, the man had long disappeared into the night.