Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 124

CHAPTER 113 PART 1

Highway to Grayson City – 4:17 PM

Cosmo gripped the steering wheel of Marcus’s BMW, her knuckles white despite her legendary composure. The Ridge Family estate receded in the rearview mirror, left behind with its treasure room full of corpses and its heir crippled permanently.

“Master,” Cosmo said quietly, her voice carrying uncharacteristic uncertainty. “The Ridge Family-after what we did they’ll want revenge. Finnian’s leg is shattered. Dozens of their elite guards dead. When they recover from the shock-”

“They won’t,” Marcus interrupted calmly, his dragon aura utterly relaxed despite the massacre they’d just committed. “Retaliate, I mean.”

“But Master, Finnian is their only heir. Their bloodline. Surely-”

“If they’re stupid enough to seek revenge,” Marcus said, his tone carrying the casual indifference of someone discussing weather, “then the Ridge Family will simply cease to exist. Another family will take their place. The cycle continues.”

Cosmo glanced at him, seeing the ancient certainty in his dragon eyes. “You’d destroy the entire family?”

“I’ve destroyed entire clans before,” Marcus replied. “Families rise and fall like tides. The Ridge Family thinks they’re eternal because they’ve had wealth for a few generations. But to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, they’re just another name in a very long list of replaceable powers.”

He looked out the window at passing scenery. “If Finnian’s father is smart, he’ll take today’s lesson and ensure his son never crosses me again. If he’s not smart-” Marcus shrugged, “-then Truman Ridge will watch his entire bloodline erased and someone else will inherit their territory.”

The casual dismissal of a family’s potential extinction-delivered with less emotion than discussing lunch plans -reminded Cosmo exactly who her master was. Not just the Dragon King. Not just the Young Master of the Alliance. But a being who’d lived centuries, who’d seen kingdoms rise and crumble, who measured power on scales that made individual families seem like insignificant dust.

“Understood, Master,” Cosmo said, her earlier worry evaporating. She pressed the accelerator, the BMW surging forward with renewed confidence. “We’ll be home in twenty minutes.”

Riverside Café – Downtown Grayson City – 4:43 PM

Quinn Hartford sat in a corner booth of her favorite coffee shop, her cold indifference firmly in place despite the weekend atmosphere. Technically, as the newly appointed chairman of Hartford Group, she should be at the office -reviewing quarterly reports, meeting with department heads, solidifying her still-precarious authority.

But Lance Casey had called. And when your best friend from college demanded your presence for an emergency Plastic Sisters” reunion, work could wait.

The café’s door chimed. Two women entered, scanning the room before spotting Quinn. Their faces lit up with genuine warmth-the kind of expression Quinn rarely allowed herself to show,

Lance Casey arrived first-tall, athletic build, dark hair cut in a professional bob, wearing business casual that suggested she’d come straight from her law firm. Behind her came Anna Harris, shorter and curvier, her cheerful expression contrasting with Quinn’s perpetual severity.

“Quinn Hartford!” Lance’s voice carried affectionate mockery as she slid into the booth. “Chairman of Hartford

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Group! Look at you, all fancy and powerful!”

“Still slumming it at our peasant café though,” Anna added, settling beside Lance. “Shouldn’t you be drinking champagne in boardrooms or something?”

Quinn’s lips twitched with the ghost of a smile. “The coffee here is better than champagne.”

“Liar,” Lance said. “You just missed us.”

“That too.”

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