Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 250

CHAPTER 175 PART 2

Celeste turned the phone toward Marcus, who looked directly into the camera with complete calm.

“I’m Marcus Steel,” he said simply. “And your son came to my territory acting like he owned it. He disrespected my people. Injured my staff. Thought his family name made him untouchable. I’m teaching him otherwise.”

The white-haired man’s face flushed red with rage. “You arrogant insect! Do you have any comprehension of what you’ve done? Willson Pavilion has existed for centuries! We’ve toppled empires! Crushed armies! Destroyed anyone who dared show us disrespect! And you-some provincial nobody-you dare lay hands on my son?”

“I dare,” Marcus confirmed. “And I’ll keep daring until he learns some humility.”

“You’re dead,” the old man said with absolute certainty. “You, everyone in that hotel, everyone in your pathetic city-all dead. I’ll send forces that will make what happened tonight look like mercy. You have six hours to commit suicide. Do it publicly, film it, and maybe—maybe I’ll let your family and friends live. Refuse, and I’ll exterminate every person you’ve ever known.”

Marcus smiled-cold and predatory. “Big words from someone too far away to do anything about it.”

He turned the camera to show Springs, still being beaten by Miguel’s staff. The old man’s eyes widened in horror watching his son’s continued humiliation broadcast live.

“STOP!” the white-haired man roared. “Stop this instant or-”

“Or what?” Marcus interrupted, turning the camera back to himself. “You’ll threaten me more? You’ll make bigger promises about what you’ll do when you finally arrive? Here’s a better idea-send your forces. Come yourself if you’re brave enough. And we’ll see whose threats actually matter.”

“You insolent-”

Marcus gestured to the staff. “Continue.”

The beating resumed. Springs’s screams filled the audio. The white-haired man’s face contorted with impotent fury as he watched his son destroyed and could do nothing to stop it.

“I’ll kill you,” the old man whispered, his voice shaking. “I will personally kill you. Slowly. Painfully. You’ll beg for death before I’m done.”

“Looking forward to it,” Marcus replied. “But until then, your son pays for his arrogance.”

He ended the call.

The silence that followed was absolute. Celeste stared at Marcus like he was insane. Finley Monroe’s expression showed something closer to awe mixed with terror. The remaining foreigners backed away, suddenly desperate to distance themselves from what had just happened.

“You… you just threatened the branch master of Willson Pavilion,” Celeste whispered. “He’ll come. With everything. You’ve signed everyone’s death warrant.”

“Maybe,”

Marcus agreed. “But your Young Master won’t be around to see it if you don’t shut up and let my people finish their work.”

He turned to Miguel. “I’m going to make a call. Amadeus Fairbanks should probably know about this development. He is, after all, connected to Willson Pavilion’s leadership. Might be useful to get ahead of the political fallout.”

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Miguel’s eyes widened. The fact that Marcus knew Amadeus Fairbanks – knew him well enough to casually call him, knew his connection to Willson Pavilion’s internal structure-meant the Dragon King’s reach extended far deeper than anyone had realized.

Marcus pulled out his phone but paused, looking back at the staff still working over Springs.

“Beat him until he has one breath left,” Marcus instructed clearly. “Not dead-that would be too merciful. But broken. Shattered. Unable to forget this lesson for the rest of his miserable life. Anyone who tries to interfere- kill them. I don’t care who they claim to represent.”

The beating intensified. Springs’s screams became weaker, more desperate, fading toward unconsciousness.

Celeste took a step forward, perhaps planning to physically intervene despite the obvious danger.

Marcus’s dragon eyes locked onto her. “I meant what I said. Anyone who interferes dies. That includes you, executive director. Test me if you want. But understand your organization’s name won’t stop my fist from going through your skull.”

She froze, survival instinct overriding professional obligation.

Marcus walked toward the exit, phone already dialing. Behind him, the sounds of Springs’s punishment continued -rhythmic, methodical, inevitable.

The Dragon King had just declared war on Willson Pavilion.

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