Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 199

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CHAPTER 151 PART 1

The emergency medical suite at Pearl on the Water had been transformed into an impromptu operating room Three of Five – River Province’s most skilled trauma surgeons worked frantically over the woman on the table, their faces tight with concentration and concern.

Red Widow lay unconscious, her legendary red dress now soaked through with blood, her skin pale as death. Monitors beeped urgently as the medical team extracted dart after poisoned dart from her body.

Miguel Abbott stood by the observation window, his face ashen. “Seventeen darts. Seventeen! Two of them less than an inch from her heart.” He turned to Marcus, who sat calmly in a chair nearby. “How is she even alive?”

“Because she’s Red Widow,” Marcus replied, his dragon eyes watching the surgeons work with clinical detachment. “She’s survived worse.”

“Worse than this?” Miguel gestured at the bloody scene. “Boss, I’ve seen combat veterans who didn’t take this much damage. What the hell did she do?”

“What she does best.” Marcus’s tone held a trace of admiration. “She went hunting.”

One of the surgeons, Dr. Harrison, emerged from the suite, stripping off his bloodied gloves. His expression was grim. “Mr. Abbott, Mr. Steel-the next twelve hours are critical. The poison on those darts… I’ve never seen anything like it. Military grade, maybe worse. If we can keep her stable through the night, she might survive. But I won’t lie to you- the odds aren’t good.”

“She’ll survive,” Marcus said with absolute certainty.

Dr. Harrison looked skeptical. “Sir, with all due respect, you’re not a doctor. The damage to her internal organs alone-”

“I said she’ll survive.” Marcus’s dragon authority left no room for argument. “Focus on extracting the poison and stabilizing her. Don’t waste energy worrying about odds.”

The doctor opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it and returned to his patient.

Miguel collapsed into a chair beside Marcus, running his hands through his hair. “When Allen called and said she’d shown up at the entrance barely conscious, covered in blood… I thought it was a trick. Some kind of setup.”

“It wasn’t.”

“No.” Miguel laughed without humor. “It was worse. It was one woman declaring war on the entire Lancaster Family.” He paused. “Boss, what exactly happened last night? Where did she go?”

Marcus was silent for a moment, then spoke quietly. “She went to the Lancaster estate.”

Miguel’s head snapped up. “She what?”

“You heard me.” Marcus’s expression remained neutral. “After the assassination attempt on me failed, she decided to return the favor. Alone.”

“That’s suicide!” Miguel stood up, pacing now. “The Lancaster compound is a fortress! Private security, surveillance everywhere, armed guards patrolling 24/7! Even I wouldn’t dare attack that place with less than fifty men!”

“She didn’t need fifty men,” Marcus said. “She is fifty men.”

“But-”

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“Miguel, sit down.” Marcus’s voice carried command. “Let me tell you what actually happened.”

Miguel sat, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with shaking fingers.

Marcus leaned back, his dragon senses still monitoring Red Widow’s vital signs through the wall. “She entered through the east perimeter around 2 AM. Killed the first guard silently, took his uniform and access card. Made it past three security checkpoints before anyone realized something was wrong.”

“Three checkpoints?” Miguel’s cigarette nearly fell from his lips.

“By the time the alarm was raised, she’d already reached the main residence. That’s when things got messy. The Lancasters have a private security force-ex-military, highly trained. She fought through twelve of them.”

“Twelve?” Miguel’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Killed eight. Wounded four badly enough they won’t work again.” Marcus’s tone was matter-of-fact, as if discussing the weather. “She made it to Atlas Lancaster’s personal floor. His bedroom is behind a reinforced door at the end of the hall. She got within five meters before the concentrated fire drove her back.”

“Five meters from Atlas Lancaster.” Miguel stubbed out his cigarette with trembling hands and immediately lit another. “That’s… that’s impossible. Nobody gets that close. The family would have to increase security, change all their protocols, maybe even relocate temporarily. The embarrassment alone…”

“Exactly.” Marcus allowed himself a small smile. “That was the point. Not to kill him-though she would have if she could–but to send a message. The Dragon King’s people can reach you anywhere. Even in your own bed.”

Miguel was quiet for a long moment, processing this information. Finally, he spoke. “Boss, you understand what this means, right? There’s no going back now. The Lancaster Family can’t let this stand. They’ll come with everything they have.”

“I’m counting on it,” Marcus said calmly.

“You’re counting on-“Miguel stopped himself, taking a deep breath. “Forgive me, but are you insane? Do you have any idea how powerful the Lancaster Family is? The connections they have? The resources?”

“I have some idea.”

“Then you know that standing against them means standing against half of Five-River Province! Every family allied with them, every politician in their pocket, every business that depends on their goodwill-they’ll all turn against you!”

Marcus’s dragon eyes met Miguel’s directly. “And everyone who stands with me becomes their enemy too. Is that what you’re worried about?”

Miguel held his gaze for a moment, then looked away. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned. My business, my people, my family-they’re all at risk now.”

“You can walk away,” Marcus offered. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

“No.” Miguel’s answer was immediate. “I chose this path. I knew the risks when I sided with you against the Abbott Family’s wishes. I’m not backing out now.” He paused. “But I need to know-what’s the endgame here? What are we really fighting for?”

Marcus stood, walking to the window that overlooked the city. The Five – River Province skyline stretched out before him, gleaming towers of glass and steel representing decades of entrenched power.

“I’m going to build something,” he said finally. “An empire that doesn’t bow to the old families. A force they can’t

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ignore and can’t destroy.”

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