Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 238

CHAPTER 170 PART 1

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Stanislaus Potter’s hands moved through the scattered photographs with increasing speed, his expression shifting from shock to absolute fury with each image he examined. The glossy prints showed surveillance footage from multiple angles, timestamps clearly visible, leaving no room for interpretation or denial.

Ocean Park in Grayson City. The date matched exactly when Quentin Potter had been humiliated. But these weren’t photos of Marcus Steel-these showed Atlas Lancaster standing fifty yards away from the main incident, phone pressed to his ear, clearly visible coordination with bodyguards who were positioned to ensure the beating proceeded without interruption.

“You orchestrated it,” Stanislaus whispered, then his voice rose to a roar. “You didn’t just use my son’s humiliation-you CREATED it! You hired those thugs! You positioned them! You made sure Quentin would be in that exact location at that exact time!”

Richard Lancaster’s face had gone from ashen to gray. His aged hands trembled as he reached for one of the photographs, examining it with the desperate hope of finding some flaw, some explanation that would exonerate his family.

But the evidence was irrefutable. Date stamps. GPS coordinates. Clear facial recognition of Atlas Lancaster. Even the background showed distinctive architectural features of Ocean Park that made the location undeniable.

“Atlas was acting independently,” Richard tried, his voice lacking its earlier authority. “Whatever he did-it wasn’t family policy-”

“Bullshit!” Stanislaus slammed both hands on the table, making several magnates jump. “Atlas Lancaster was the golden child of your family! The helmsman of the Lancaster resurgence! You gave him authority to act without oversight because you believed he was brilliant! Don’t you dare claim he was acting independently when you empowered him to do exactly this kind of manipulation!”

The other magnates around the table were silent, their eyes darting between Potter and Lancaster with the nervous energy of people watching a car crash unfold. These were Five-River Province’s elite-men who controlled billions, who influenced politics, who shaped the provincial economy. But right now, they looked like children caught between two warring parents, uncertain which side to choose.

“Mr. Potter,” one of them-Douglas Reed, chairman of Sterling Financial-spoke carefully, “perhaps we should all take a moment to-”

“To what?” Stanislaus turned his fury on Reed. “To let the Lancaster Family compose another lie? To give them time to fabricate evidence? To allow them to manipulate this situation like they’ve manipulated everything else?”

Reed fell silent, raising his hands in surrender. The message was clear-nobody wanted to become the next target of Stanislaus Potter’s rage.

Marcus Steel watched the scene unfold with dragon eyes that cataloged every micro-expression, every nervous gesture, every subtle shift in allegiance. The alliance that had gathered to destroy him was fracturing in real- time, torn apart by evidence he’d carefully positioned to create exactly this result.

“The photographs prove deliberate conspiracy,” Cesar Pendleton said suddenly, his voice carrying a note of vindication. For once, someone else was the target of provincial outrage instead of him. “The Lancaster Family orchestrated attacks on multiple families, then tried to unite us against Marcus Steel to cover their own crimes.”

“Exactly,” Maurice Yarrow agreed, seeing an opportunity to distance Three Blade Group from the collapsing Lancaster alliance. “They’ve been playing us all. Using our conflicts to advance their own position while pretending to be victims.”

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The magnates were turning. One by one, their body language shifted-chairs angling away from the Lancaster family members, eye contact breaking, the subtle physical distancing that happened when power began to

crumble.

Richard Lancaster recognized what was happening. Decades of political maneuvering had taught him to read power dynamics. And right now, those dynamics were collapsing catastrophically against his family.

“Stanislaus,” Richard said, his voice taking on the tone of desperate negotiation, “we can discuss this privately. Reach an accommodation. There’s no need to-”

“Take him,” Stanislaus said coldly.

The words hung in the air for a moment before their meaning registered.

“What?” Richard blinked.

“I said take him,” Stanislaus repeated, louder this time. He gestured to his own bodyguards. “The Lancaster family elder is coming with me. We’re going to have a very long conversation about what his family has done to mine. And he’s not leaving until I get satisfactory answers.”

“You can’t-“Thomas Lancaster started to rise, but three of Potter’s security personnel moved to intercept him.

“I can,” Stanislaus said flatly. “And I am. The Lancaster Family has twenty-four hours to provide a full accounting of their actions. Documentation of everyone involved. Restitution for damages. And a public apology for manipulating the Potter Family.” He paused. “Or Golden Eagle Group goes to war. Full economic and political warfare. And I’ll make sure every family in this room understands that siding with the Lancasters means becoming my enemy as well.”

The threat was clear and absolute.

Richard Lancaster looked around the conference room, searching for allies, for support, for someone willing to stand against Potter’s ultimatum.

He found only carefully neutral expressions and averted eyes.

“Father,” Thomas said quietly, urgently. “We should resist. We have security. We have resources. We can’t just-

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