Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 133

CHAPTER 118 PART 2

Quinn’s cold indifference remained firmly in place as she examined the paper, her Saintess training allowing her to maintain external composure despite internal shock. The balance was indeed… substantial. More substantial than she’d imagined Marcus possessed, even knowing he had significant resources.

“Huh,” Quinn said mildly, her divine aura pulsing once with surprise. “That’s… impressive.”

Then she looked at Marcus with playful calculation, a slight smile breaking through her cold mask. “So if we got divorced, I could take half of this, right? Community property laws and all?”

“Quinn!” Anna’s voice carried scandalized shock. “That’s not you can’t just—”

“I’m teasing,” Quinn said, though her Saintess senses detected something interesting: Marcus looked genuinely concerned. Not about the money-about her reaction.

Marcus’s dragon eyes carried careful attention as he studied his wife’s face. Something was wrong. Quinn was surprised, but not shocked. Not reacting the way someone should when discovering their spouse possessed tens of

billions.

She thinks I only gave Lance a normal card, Marcus realized. She doesn’t know

His dragon senses confirmed it. The card Lance had used wasn’t the one he’d intended to give her. He’d meant to provide a decoy-a secondary card with only a hundred thousand on it, enough for dinner and some shopping without revealing the full extent of his resources.

But during their rushed departure from the mansion this morning, Cosmo must have mixed up the cards during laundry. Lance had accidentally used his true VIP black card-the one containing access to the full Titan Group treasury, the one that held more wealth than most small nations.

“Ah,” Marcus said quietly. “There’s been a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Lance’s voice climbed from her position on the floor. “What kind of misunderstanding involves TENS OF BILLIONS?!”

“I meant to give you a different card,” Marcus admitted to Quinn, pulling out the decoy from his wallet. “This one, with a more… reasonable amount. About a hundred thousand. Enough for dinner without drawing attention.”

He handed her the VIP card instead. “But since you’ve already seen this one, you might as well keep it. I was planning to give it to you eventually anyway.”

Quinn took the black card, her fingers brushing against Marcus’s, their energies intertwining briefly-dragon and Saintess, ancient and divine. She looked at the card, then at her husband, then at her two friends still reeling from financial shock.

And laughed.

The sound was genuine, warm, utterly unexpected from someone known for cold indifference. Her Saintess aura glowed with something approaching joy as she tucked the card into her purse.

“You know what’s funny?” Quinn said. “Somehow, owning tens of billions doesn’t feel as dramatic as it should. Maybe I’ve gotten too used to your surprises, Marcus.”

“DOESN’T FEEL DRAMATIC?!” Lance shrieked from the floor. “Quinn Hartford, have you lost your MIND?! That’s -that’s generational wealth! That’s buy-a-country money! That’s-”

“It’s Marcus’s money,” Quinn corrected gently. “I’m just his wife.”

1/3

haitzing maRY 2

+25 Bonus

“His wife who we thought was supporting a freeloader!” Anna added, her voice carrying betrayed confusion.” Quinn, Anna and I were literally planning to split the dinner bill to help you out! We felt BAD for you! And the entire time you’re married to-to-”

“A billionaire,” Lance finished weakly. “Not just a billionaire. Whatever comes after billionaire. Super-mega-ultra -billionaire.”

“I prefer ‘husband,”” Marcus said dryly.

Lance finally struggled to her feet, her earlier fury at Marcus’s supposed freeloading transforming into something approaching awe mixed with lingering resentment. “How can you call yourself a ‘kept man’ when you have this much money?! That’s not being kept! That’s-that’s-”

“Being modest?” Quinn suggested, her cold mask cracking to show genuine amusement.

“Being a LIAR!” Lance corrected. “Quinn, your husband lied to us! About being broke! About living off you! About EVERYTHING!”

“I never said I was broke,” Marcus pointed out reasonably. “I just said I didn’t work. Those are different things.”

Anna collapsed into her chair, her legal mind trying to process implications. “The emotional damage from this revelation… Quinn, your husband owes us compensation. Shopping. Lots of shopping. All paid for.”

“Agreed,” Lance said immediately, her earlier shock transforming into mercenary determination. “If you’re this rich, Marcus Steel, then you’re funding a shopping spree. Full designer. No limits. It’s the least you can do after giving us collective heart attacks.”

Quinn looked at Marcus, her Saintess aura still glowing with warmth. “Can we? Go shopping? I know it’s frivolous but-”

“Of course,” Marcus interrupted, his dragon power wrapping around her affectionately. “Buy whatever you want. I could purchase this entire building if you asked.”

The casual statement-delivered with absolute certainty that made it clear he wasn’t exaggerating-sent Lance into renewed shock.

“The entire-Quinn, did he just say—”

“He did,” Quinn confirmed, her cold indifference finally melting into genuine happiness. “So yes. Shopping. All of us. Marcus’s treat.”

“YES!” Lance’s mood flipped instantly from shock to celebration. She jumped up and down, chanting, “Shopping! Shopping! Unlimited shopping!”

Anna shook her head but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You’re both insane. But I’m not turning down free designer clothes.”

Quinn stood, taking Marcus’s hand, their energies intertwining with that harmonious resonance that proved their bond went deeper than money or status. “Thank you. For letting me share this with my friends. For not making me hide anymore.”

“You’re my wife,” Marcus said simply. “Why would I make you hide anything?”

The four of them moved toward the exit, Lance still chanting about shopping, Anna calculating which stores to hit first, Quinn glowing with Saintess energy that suggested genuine contentment.

Then a voice cut through their celebration like a blade through silk.

2/3

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify