Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 126

CHAPTER 114

Riverside Café – 4:47 PM

Quinn Hartford sat frozen as her two best friends erupted with righteous fury over her carefully vague explanation about a “gift situation” with Marcus.

“A FAKE?!” Lance Casey’s voice carried across the entire café, drawing stares from other patrons. “Quinn, are you telling me your husband gave you counterfeit jewelry?!”

“That’s not exactly-“Quinn tried to interject.

“Oh my God,” Anna Harris interrupted, her expression transforming from concern to outrage. “How long has this been going on? Quinn, you need to check EVERY gift he’s ever given you! Rings, necklaces, everything! This man is a habitual liar!”

“A con artist!” Lance added, her lawyer instincts building a prosecution case in real-time. “Quinn, listen to me very carefully. Men who lie about gifts lie about everything. Affairs. Money. You name it. This is a massive red flag!

Quinn’s Saintess aura flickered with suppressed frustration. She’d mentioned Marcus giving her a piece of jewelry without specifying it was priceless-trying to deflect questions about his sudden wealth-and her friends had immediately assumed the worst.

“Marcus isn’t-” Quinn started.

“Isn’t what? A liar?” Lance’s voice climbed with passionate conviction. “Sweetie, he IS. The evidence is right there. Fake gifts mean he’s cheap, dishonest, or both. Probably planning to drain your bank accounts while pretending to be supportive!”

“You need to divorce him,” Anna said firmly. “Before you have kids. Before you’re legally entangled beyond repair. Quinn, I know you said you love him, but love blinds people to obvious signs of—”

“Stop,” Quinn said quietly, her cold indifference slamming back into place like a shield. “Just… stop. You don’t understand the situation.”

“Then EXPLAIN it!” Lance demanded. “Make us understand why you’re defending a man who gives you fake jewelry!”

But Quinn recognized the futility. Explaining that Marcus had actually given her a necklace worth millions–that the “fake” story was her clumsy attempt to downplay his wealth-would only generate more questions she couldn’t answer without revealing things about Marcus’s true power and connections.

“He’ll be here soon,” Quinn said instead. “You can judge for yourselves.”

Crystal Plaza Parking Garage – 5:03 PM

Marcus Steel pulled his Rolls-Royce into a reserved spot, Cosmo already unbuckling her seatbelt with eager energy. She’d changed clothes during the drive-gone was the practical combat outfit, replaced by a designer dress that hugged every curve and drew attention like a magnet,

Marcus’s phone buzzed. Quinn’s message: Please don’t come. My friends are… not in a good mood. This was a mistake.

He typed back: Too late. Already here. Besides, a brother should meet his sworn sister’s friends, right?

Cosmo read over his shoulder and laughed. “Master, you’re being mischievous.”

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“I’m being supportive,” Marcus corrected, his dragon aura pulsing with amusement. “Quinn needs to stop hiding parts of her life from people who care about her. Even if those people currently think I’m a con artist.”

“They think that?” Cosmo’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, this will be fun.”

They entered Crystal Plaza-an upscale shopping and dining complex-drawing immediate attention. The Rolls- Royce alone had turned heads. Cosmo linking her arm through Marcus’s and practically glowing with happiness multiplied the stares exponentially.

“Master, is this dress okay?” Cosmo asked loudly, deliberately drawing more eyes. “I want to look good for your… introduction.”

Marcus sighed internally. Cosmo was absolutely doing this on purpose, creating maximum drama. “It’s fine. Try not to cause a scene.”

“Me? Never.”

They walked through the plaza’s main corridor toward the café Quinn had mentioned. Men stared with unconcealed envy. Women whispered behind hands. The combination of Marcus’s casual confidence and Cosmo’s stunning appearance created exactly the kind of attention Marcus normally avoided.

Then a voice cut through the ambient noise.

“It’s YOU!”

Lance Casey stood twenty feet away, her lollipop falling from nerveless fingers to clatter on the polished floor. Her eyes locked onto Marcus with expression somewhere between shock and elation.

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