Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 213

CHAPTER 158 PART 1

Atlas Lancaster had chosen his outfit with the same care a general might select armor before battle. The Tom Ford suit-midnight blue with subtle pinstripes-had cost eight thousand dollars and fit like it was sewn onto his body. The Patek Philippe watch on his wrist represented generational wealth. Even his shoes, custom Italian leather, whispered privilege with every step.

Tonight wasn’t just about revenge. It was about reclaiming the narrative.

The Lancaster Family’s history stretched back four generations in Five-River Province. His great-grandfather had built an empire from railroads and real estate. His grandfather had expanded into manufacturing and shipping. His father currently controlled enough political influence to make mayors sweat and senators return calls within

the hour.

And Atlas-firstborn son, designated heir, golden child-had never, not once in his twenty-seven years, been publicly humiliated.

Until Elize Yarrow smashed that beer bottle over his head.

The memory still made his jaw clench. The laughter. The cell phone cameras. The viral videos circulating through Five-River Province’s elite social circles. Every view, every share, every mocking comment was a wound to pride that money couldn’t heal.

But tonight would change everything.

“Young Master,” his bodyguard-a scarred veteran named Curtis-spoke from the driver’s seat. “We’re two minutes out. Security confirms the room is secured. No complications.”

Atlas smiled, checking his reflection in the tinted window. The left side of his face still showed faint bruising from the Red Widow’s assassination attempt, but careful makeup had covered most of it. He needed to look perfect. Powerful. Untouchable.

“Good,” Atlas said softly. “Everything is proceeding exactly as planned.”

In his mind, the scene played out with cinematic clarity. He would enter the private room to find Nathan’s men controlling the situation-Elize cowering, her friends silent and terrified, Marcus Steel subdued and humiliated. Atlas would walk in as the undisputed master of the situation, delivering punishment with measured cruelty while everyone watched and understood: you don’t cross the Lancaster Family without consequences.

The car pulled up to Azure Water Entertainment City’s VIP entrance, Atlas stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks with deliberate precision. Curtis fell into step behind him-one bodyguard was enough. This wasn’t a war. This was pest control.

The elevator ride to the fifth floor felt like ascending to a throne. By the time those doors opened, Elize Yarrow would be broken. Marcus Steel would be exposed as powerless, And Atlas’s reputation would be restored, even enhanced by his display of ruthless efficiency.

The corridor outside Room 507 was quiet. Too quiet, perhaps, but Atlas attributed that to Nathan’s professionalism. Good help knew when to be invisible.

He pushed open the door.

The scene inside looked exactly as Nathan had promised. Everyone was seated-the young elites clustered together, faces pale and nervous. Nathan’s men stood at attention, controlling the exits. Elize sat in the corner, arms wrapped around herself, looking small and frightened.

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Atlas stepped fully into the room, Curtis close behind, and let the door swing shut with a soft click that somehow carried ominous finality.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Atlas began, his voice smooth and controlled. “I apologize for the dramatic entrance. This evening’s… unpleasantness… was never intended to involve most of you. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

He let his gaze sweep the room, cataloging reactions. Brandon Chen looked ready to vomit. Simeon King couldn’t meet his eyes. Madison Park was crying silently. Good. Fear was respect wearing a different mask.

“However,” Atlas continued, “there is one person here who absolutely was in the right place. The place she belongs.” His eyes locked onto Elize. “Miss Yarrow. We have unfinished business.”

Before anyone else could react, Ives Abbott stood up.

“Unfinished business?” Her voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Is that what we’re calling kidnapping now? Detaining people against their will? Sending thugs to terrorize a private party?”

Atlas turned to her with manufactured patience. “Miss Abbott. This doesn’t concern you. I suggest—”

“I suggest you explain why your hired criminals put their hands on me,” Ives interrupted, her voice rising. “Why they threatened me. Why they told me my father was too scared to stop them. You want to talk about unfinished business? We can start there.”

Curtis stepped forward instinctively, his bulk intended to intimidate. “Young Master Lancaster is speaking. Show some respect, girl.”

The slap echoed across the room.

Ives’s hand had moved so fast Curtis barely registered it before his head snapped sideways, the impact leaving a vivid red handprint across his cheek.

“Don’t call me ‘girl,’ you dog,” Ives said coldly. “And don’t you dare threaten me in front of witnesses. I’m Ives Abbott. Daughter of Miguel Abbott. And you-” she slapped him again, harder this time, “-are nothing but Atlas Lancaster’s attack dog.”

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