Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 155

Stella wasn't actually lying. The owner had brought the spatula out with him when he tried to intervene.

When he pulled out his phone to call the cops, the thugs had knocked it out of his hand along with the spatula, and he had been too panicked to grab it when he retreated.

She had simply picked it up in the chaos and used it to mercilessly tenderize the leader's face.

Naturally, the others had eaten a few solid hits from it too. Those snapped limbs? Entirely courtesy of the heavy iron spatula.

It was just a kitchen tool, but boy, did it pack a punch!

Julius was only half-convinced. He hadn't noticed what the owner was holding earlier because all his focus had been on the guy in the floral shirt.

But right now wasn't the time to interrogate her. He grabbed her arms gently and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"I am." Her master had always taught her to show weakness when appropriate. This seemed like the perfect time.

Julius looked alarmed and immediately started checking her over. "Where? Let me see!"

"I'm hurt right here... in my heart. They really scared me." She was never going to let herself take a physical hit. She wasn't an amateur!

Realizing she was perfectly fine, Julius let out a breath and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

He had genuinely been terrified she was going to get hurt!

Stella had never been in any real danger, but while Julius was taking down those thugs, she had watched him closely. How did a wealthy CEO have such lethal combat skills?

On the surface, it looked like they were hopelessly outnumbered and defenseless.

But Stella saw everything clearly. Julius was ruthless and efficient when he fought, while simultaneously doing everything in his power to shield her from the crossfire.

She had provided massive cover fire and tried to hide her own strength, but it was obvious Julius was highly trained—and not just in basic self-defense. He was genuinely lethal.

Who would have guessed!

Now it all made perfect sense. His wife had been running elite-level interference, and she hit like an absolute freight train.

He extracted a few select screenshots and short clips that didn't reveal too much, sent them to Marsh, and then gave him a call.

"I just sent you some photos and videos. Leak them anonymously to every major media outlet. Give them front-row access to a massive breaking story.

I want this plastered at the number one spot on the trending lists by the time people wake up tomorrow morning. And I want it locked there—make sure no amount of money can take it down. Do you understand?"

Marsh didn't miss a beat. "Understood, Boss. Consider it done. Even the platforms themselves won't be able to scrub it!"

Stella stepped out of the bathroom just as Julius closed the chat. He grabbed a change of clothes and went in to take his own shower.

Once they were both clean and in bed, they talked about the chaos of the night.

"Julius, that guy in the floral shirt was so arrogant about having connections. You don't think they'll just hold him overnight and let him walk tomorrow, do you?"