Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 218

CHAPTER 160 PART 2

Another slap from Marcus silenced him. Then a kick-dragon-enhanced force driving into Atlas’s stomach, folding him over despite Allen’s men trying to hold him upright. Atlas retched, dry-heaving, the pain overwhelming.

“They’re not cowards,” Marcus observed. “They’re survivors. They understand what you still haven’t grasped- that your name means nothing when faced with actual power.”

He looked around the room, his gaze landing on each young elite in turn. Most couldn’t meet his eyes. Those who tried looked away within seconds, unable to sustain eye contact with the Dragon King.

“You,” Marcus pointed at Trevor, still on the floor bleeding and sobbing. “Get up.”

Trevor scrambled to his feet, swaying dangerously, one hand pressed to his bleeding forehead. “Yes, sir?”

“Do you want to leave this room alive?” Marcus asked.

“Yes! God, yes, please—”

“Then you’re going to do something for me.” Marcus gestured to Atlas. “You’re going to slap Atlas Lancaster. Hard. And then you’re free to go.”

The room froze.

Trevor’s face went from pale to gray. “I… I can’t… my family… the Lancasters would-”

“Would what?” Marcus interrupted. “Destroy your family? They’re going to do that anyway when word of tonight spreads. At least this way, you’ll have shown me you’re useful. And my protection means more than whatever the Lancasters can threaten.”

“You can’t protect me from them,” Trevor whispered, desperation in every syllable. “Nobody can. They’re one of the Four Great Families. They have connections everywhere. They-”

Marcus’s hand moved to another beer bottle.

Trevor’s hands shot up in surrender. “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it! Just please don’t-”

“Then do it,” Marcus said simply. “Now.”

Trevor approached Atlas on shaking legs. Atlas, despite his injuries, managed to focus enough to glare at him with

pure venom.

“You touch me,” Atlas hissed through broken lips, “and your entire family is finished. Your father’s shipping contracts-gone. Your mother’s charity board-blacklisted. Your sister’s engagement to the Chen heir- cancelled. I will personally ensure that the Park name becomes worthless in Five-River Province. Do you understand me?”

Trevor’s hand, raised to strike, froze mid-air. The threats were specific. Detailed. Real. The Lancaster Family could absolutely deliver on every one of them.

But Marcus stood behind him, dragon aura pressing down like a physical weight.

Between certain punishment now and possible punishment later, survival instinct made the choice.

Trevor slapped Atlas.

But it was weak. Tentative. More of a tap than a strike.

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“Harder,” Marcus said from behind him. “Like you mean it.”

“I can’t-”

Marcus grabbed another bottle.

The second slap was louder. Stronger. Atlas’s head actually moved from the impact.

“Again,” Marcus ordered. “And this time, put some fear into it. Imagine it’s your life on the line. Because it is.”

Trevor’s face crumpled. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the blood still trickling from his forehead. His whole body shook with the weight of what he was doing-betraying one of the province’s most powerful families, destroying whatever fragile protection his family name had offered.

But fear won.

The third slap was delivered with full force-desperation and terror translated into physical violence. Trevor’s palm connected with Atlas’s already damaged face with a crack that echoed across the room.

Atlas’s head snapped sideways. His legs buckled. Allen’s men couldn’t hold him—the force was too much, the angle wrong. Atlas Lancaster, heir to one of the Four Great Families, firstborn son of a business empire, crashed to the floor like a puppet with cut strings.

He didn’t move. Didn’t try to rise. Just lay there, bleeding onto the expensive carpet, his consciousness flickering.

Trevor stared at his own hand in horror, as if it belonged to someone else. “Oh God. Oh God, I’m dead. I’m so dead. My family—”

“Is under my protection now,” Marcus said calmly. “As long as you remember who really holds power in this room.”

He looked around at the assembled young elites-children of wealth and privilege who’d come to a party and instead witnessed the complete dismantling of someone they’d believed untouchable.

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