Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 103

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CHAPTER 102 PART 1

Titan Group Headquarters – Owen Cooper’s Office – 1:57 AM

Owen Cooper’s hand shot out, grabbing his secretary Mrs. Patterson by the arm with uncharacteristic violence as she tried to peer through the doorway at the blood-soaked scene inside his office.

“Out!” Owen snarled, his cultured composure completely shattered. “Get out NOW, and if I hear one word-ONE WORD― about what you saw tonight, I will personally destroy you. Your career, your family, your life. Do you understand?”

Mrs. Patterson’s face went white. In seven years working for Owen Cooper, she’d never seen him like this-eyes blazing with barely controlled panic, voice carrying genuine threat of violence.

“I-I didn’t see anything, sir,” she gasped. “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Then prove it by disappearing,” Owen interrupted, practically throwing her toward the elevator. “Go home. Take tomorrow off. Forget this night ever happened.”

She fled without looking back, her heels clicking frantically against marble floors.

Owen slammed his office door, turning to face Bane Cooper with fury and fear warring in his expression. “Have you lost your MIND?! Dragging a beaten, bleeding man into Titan Group headquarters?! In the middle of the night?! What if security cameras caught this?! What if—”

“Relax, Owen,” Bane interrupted, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with casual indifference despite the building’s strict no-smoking policy. “I control the security system. Cameras have been looped for the past hour. No evidence exists of us being here.”

He took a long drag, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. “Besides, you wanted answers in thirty minutes. I delivered in twenty-nine. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?!” Owen gestured at Trevor Mitchell’s broken form on his expensive carpet. “You tortured a civilian! Kidnapped him! Brought him here covered in blood! This is reckless even for you!”

Bane’s eyes-cold, calculating, utterly devoid of concern-fixed on Owen with the patience of a predator explaining basic concepts to prey. “Owen. The higher-ups gave an order. I followed it. Everything else is irrelevant noise. Now stop whining and make the call.”

Owen wanted to argue, wanted to assert his authority as chairman of Titan Group, but one look at Bane’s expression killed that impulse. The Supervision Department didn’t answer to Owen Cooper. They answered to Marcus Steel. And when the Dragon King gave orders, consequences for breaking them made mere firing seem merciful.

With trembling fingers, Owen dialed Marcus’s number and put the call on speaker.

Marcus answered on the first ring. “You have him?”

“Yes,” Owen confirmed, his voice steadier than he felt. “Bane found the source,”

“Let me hear him speak.”

Bane didn’t waste time with pleasantries. His hand shot out, grabbed Trevor Mitchell by his blood-matted hair, and slammed his face onto Owen’s mahogany desk with enough force to crack the wood.

Trevor’s scream was muffled against polished wood. “What-what are you doing?! This is illegal detention! I have rights! I’ll sue! I’ll—”

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Bane pressed his lit cigarette against Trevor’s exposed neck.

The scream this time wasn’t muffled. It tore through the office with primal agony as flesh burned, the smell of charred skin mixing with cigarette smoke. Bane held the ember there for three full seconds before pulling it away, leaving an angry red circle that would scar.

“Rights?” Bane’s laugh was utterly devoid of humor. “You think legal concepts apply here? You think lawyers can save you from people who disappeared your digital footprint before dragging you out of your apartment?”

He grabbed Trevor’s head and slammed it against the desk again, this time drawing fresh blood from a split lip.” You uploaded that video. You took money to manipulate events that threatened a Sacred Saintess. Do you have any idea what that means?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Trevor sobbed, blood and tears mixing on his ruined face. “I just uploaded a video! That’s all! I didn’t know anyone was threatened!”

Owen watched with growing horror and fascination. This was the Supervision Department’s true face—not the mysterious budget line item on quarterly reports, but actual human beings willing to commit acts of calculated brutality in service of the higher-ups.

“He’s lying,” Owen said quietly. “He must be. Bane, are you certain this is the right person?”

Bane’s head turned slowly, his cold eyes fixing on Owen with an expression that made the chairman instinctively step back.

“I have never,” Bane said with deadly quiet, “made a mistake in target identification. Not once in seven years. This piece of shit uploaded the Ocean Park video on contract. He routed payment through seventeen different cryptocurrency wallets. He used seven VPNs and three burner devices. And he thought he was clever enough to hide from the Supervision Department.”

He pulled a handgun from his jacket-sleek, professional, very illegal in civilian hands. The barrel pressed against Trevor’s temple with casual inevitability.

“Last chance,” Bane said conversationally. “Tell the higher-ups who hired you. Tell them why. Tell them everything. Or I put a bullet through your brain, dump your body in the river, and move on to torturing your boss at Apex Solutions until he gives me the same information.”

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