Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 134

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CHAPTER 119 PART 1

Riverside Café – 6:34 PM

“Going somewhere?”

Banyan Carmichael’s voice carried vindictive satisfaction as he blocked the café entrance, his earlier terror replaced by renewed confidence. Behind him, footsteps echoed-heavy, numerous, growing louder with each passing second.

Then another voice cut through the tension-hoarse, weathered, carrying authority that made Banyan immediately straighten his posture.

“Someone dared to provoke my brother?”

Banyan’s arrogance evaporated instantly, replaced by desperate reverence. “Master Lancaster! Yes! These people -they attacked my men! Humiliated me in my own territory! I called you immediately because—”

“Because you’re incompetent,” the voice interrupted coldly. “And needed someone competent to clean up your mess.”

The cafe doors burst open fully. Thirty men flooded inside-not street thugs like Banyan’s crew, but disciplined enforcers whose movements spoke of real training and coordination. They positioned themselves at every exit, creating an inescapable net.

The restaurant owner-a man who’d witnessed Grayson City’s underworld politics for twenty years-went pale. He rushed forward with trembling steps. “Master Lancaster! What an honor! If I’d known you were coming, I would have prepared-”

“Save it,” Nicholas Lancaster interrupted, limping into view. Mid-forties, leaning heavily on an ornate cane, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes despite the indoor lighting. He wore expensive clothes that couldn’t quite hide the slight limp in his right leg-a permanent reminder of past defeat.

“I’ll handle this personally,” Nicholas continued, his weathered face carrying barely suppressed rage. “Return to your station.”

The owner fled without argument.

Nicholas slammed his cane against the floor with sharp crack that made several patrons flinch. “Who? Who had the audacity to touch my people?”

Whispers rippled through the restaurant like wildfire:

“That’s Nicholas Lancaster!”

“One of the Lancaster brothers!”

“I thought they were ruined?”

“They were, but they’re still dangerous…”

Lance Casey grabbed Quinn’s arm with white-knuckled desperation. “Quinn, QUINN. Those are the Lancaster brothers. The real estate tyrants. Even crippled, they’re-we need to run. Right now,”

“There’s nowhere to run,” Anna Harris whispered, her lawyer instincts calculating impossible odds. “They have every exit covered. Quinn, what do we do?”

Quinn’s Saintess aura flickered once-not with fear, but with trust. Her cold eyes remained fixed on Marcus Steel,

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who stood utterly calm, his dragon power radiating quiet certainty that this situation, like all others, would resolve in his favor.

Banyan Carmichael’s confidence surged seeing his “big brother” arrive. “Master Lancaster! That’s him! Marcus Steel! The one who humiliated me! His woman destroyed my entire crew!”

He pointed at Marcus with vindictive triumph. “And HE acted like it was nothing! Ordered food! Mocked me! Make him pay! Make them ALL pay!”

Nicholas Lancaster removed his sunglasses slowly, revealing eyes hardened by decades of violence and recent catastrophic defeat. His gaze swept the café, cataloging threats, assessing targets, until finally settling on Marcus Steel.

“You,” Nicholas said, his voice dropping to deadly quiet. “You’re the blind fool who thought he could disrespect the Lancaster name and walk away?”

He laughed harsh, bitter sound carrying pent-up rage from months of humiliation and recovery. “Perfect. I’ve been looking for someone to vent my frustration on. Someone to remind Grayson City that the Lancaster brothers still have teeth.”

Marcus Steel reached for his wine glass with casual precision. The movement drew every eye in the restaurant- simple, ordinary, yet carrying weight that made the air feel heavy.

Then he tilted the glass and poured the wine onto the floor.

The dark liquid splashed against polished tile, spreading in a pattern that resembled nothing so much as a funerary offering. Marcus’s dragon aura pulsed once-invisible to most, but creating pressure that made several of Nicholas’s men instinctively step back.

Gasps erupted throughout the café.

“Did he just-”

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