Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 105

CHAPTER 103 PART 1

Titan Group Headquarters – Owen Cooper’s Office – 2:14 AM

Bane Cooper gestured to his two operatives with casual efficiency. “Package him up. Standard transport protocol.”

The Supervision Department agents moved with practiced precision, producing a large hemp sack from somewhere in their tactical gear. Trevor Mitchell-now “Black Dog” in their operational terminology-groaned weakly as they stuffed his bullet-wounded body inside with all the care one might give to garbage disposal.

“Wait-“Owen Cooper started to speak, his face still pale from witnessing the entire brutal interrogation.

“No,” Bane interrupted flatly, not even looking at the chairman. “You don’t get explanations, Owen. You don’t get justifications. Everything that happened here tonight was orchestrated by the boss. I’m just the instrument executing his will.”

He lit another cigarette, deliberately dropping ash on Owen’s expensive carpet. “Your role is to maintain Titan Group’s public face while we handle the shadows underneath. Don’t confuse visibility with authority.”

The operatives hoisted the hemp sack between them and moved toward the door with military efficiency. Bane paused at the threshold, turning back with that unsettling smile that made Owen’s blood run cold.

“Oh, and Owen? The boss knows about your secretary. Mrs. Patterson, age thirty-two, married with two kids. You’ve been sleeping with her for eighteen months. Hotel reservations every Thursday afternoon at the Riverside Inn, room 307.”

Owen’s face went from pale to absolutely white. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

“The boss doesn’t care about your personal life,” Bane continued conversationally. “But he wants you to understand-there are no secrets from the Supervision Department. We know everything about everyone in this organization. So when we tell you to keep your mouth shut about tonight’s events, we’re not making empty threats.”

He walked out without waiting for a response, leaving Owen Cooper standing alone in his blood-stained office, finally grasping how utterly transparent his life was under Marcus Steel’s omniscient gaze.

The door opened again thirty seconds later. Mrs. Patterson crept in, her eyes immediately locking onto the blood splattered across the desk, the bullet hole in the wall, the cigarette butts ground into the carpet.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Sir, what-what happened here?”

“Nothing happened here,” Owen said sharply, his voice carrying genuine threat born of absolute terror. “Nothing. Do you understand me? If a single word about tonight leaves this office-if you tell your husband, your friends, anyone we’re both dead. Not fired. Dead.”

Mrs. Patterson’s trembling increased. “Should-should I call housekeeping?”

“NO!” Owen’s shout made her flinch. “No one else sees this. You’re going to clean it. Right now. Every drop of blood, every cigarette butt, every trace that anyone was here.”

“But sir, I don’t-I’m not trained to-”

“Then figure it out!” Owen grabbed her shoulders, his cultured composure completely shattered. “Do you want to live? Do you want your children to have a mother? Then you’ll clean this office until it looks like nothing happened, and you’ll never speak of it again!”

Mrs. Patterson looked into her boss’s terrified eyes and understood that whatever forces existed above Owen

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Cooper – whatever power structure she’d glimpsed tonight-operated beyond any legal protection or corporate hierarchy she understood.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll… I’ll clean it.”

Grayson City Central Hospital – 3:17 AM

Aaron Jackson was drifting in and out of medicated sleep when his hospital room door opened. His combat instincts flared immediately, eyes snapping open, body tensing despite his injuries-

“Relax,” Marcus Steel said quietly, settling into the chair beside the bed. “It’s just me.”

Aaron’s tension eased slightly. “Elder brother. You were just here two hours ago. Something happen?”

“I found out who orchestrated the Ocean Park video,” Marcus said without preamble. “Care to guess?”

Aaron’s tactical mind engaged despite the pain medication. “Potter family? Trying to manufacture public outrage to justify their attacks?”

“No.”

“Brand family? Creating chaos to cover their moves?”

“No.”

Aaron frowned, running through possibilities. “Then who benefits from “His eyes widened. “Someone using us. Someone who wanted Potter and Brand families to attack us, to weaken all parties involved.”

“Exactly,” Marcus confirmed. “Atlas Lancaster.”

The name hung in the air like a bomb.

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