Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 251

CHAPTER 176 PART 1

The beating finally stopped when Quantez Springs lost consciousness-his face so swollen and bloodied that even his own companions struggled to recognize him.

Both eyes had swollen completely shut. His nose sat at an unnatural angle. Blood matted his expensive hair and soaked through his designer clothes.

Celeste Harrington and the remaining disciples of Willson Pavilion stood frozen against the far wall, their earlier arrogance completely evaporated. They could have intervened.

Finley Monroe possessed combat skills that might have made a difference.

Miles Cooper, standing silently in the background, was reportedly skilled in advanced martial techniques. Together, they outnumbered Marcus and Miguel’s staff significantly.

But none of them moved.

The memory of what Marcus Steel had done was too fresh, too visceral.

Tyson’s shattered knee. The Western fighter’s broken arm.

The casual, effortless way the Dragon King had dismantled professional combatants like they were children playing at violence.

Fear was a more powerful restraint than any physical barrier.

“Get him out of here,” Celeste finally whispered, her voice shaking. “Take him to a hospital. Now.”

Two of the disciples carefully lifted Springs’s unconscious body, trying not to cause additional damage to what was clearly extensive internal injuries. They moved toward the exit with the desperate urgency of people fleeing a predator’s territory.

Marcus watched them go without comment, his dragon eyes tracking their retreat with the calm attention of someone cataloging information rather than gloating over victory.

As the group disappeared through the dining hall doors, Miguel Abbott approached Marcus cautiously. “Boss, they’re going to retaliate. Willson Pavilion doesn’t forgive insults like this. When that old man on the video call arrives-”

“I know,” Marcus interrupted. “I’m counting on it.”

Four thousand miles away, in a luxury penthouse overlooking the Far East Branch headquarters of Willson Pavilion, Maurice Springs stood before floor-to-ceiling windows with his phone pressed so tightly against his ear that his knuckles had gone white.

“Say that again,” Maurice demanded, his voice dangerously quiet. “Slowly. And clearly.”

Celeste’s report came through in a rush-stammering, terrified, painting a picture of complete disaster. His son Quantez beaten nearly to death. Multiple disciples injured or humiliated. The Dragon King showing zero fear of Willson Pavilion’s reputation or authority.

“How bad are Quantez’s injuries?” Maurice interrupted.

“Severe,” Celeste admitted. “Multiple broken bones, internal bleeding, possible organ damage. The local hospital says he needs immediate surgery and-”

“Forget the local hospital,” Maurice cut her off. “I’m arranging private medical transport. The best trauma

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surgeons in the region will meet you at the airport. Get him stabilized enough to move and wait for my call.”

“Yes, Branch Manager.”

“And Celeste,” Maurice’s voice dropped to something colder and more dangerous, “I want a full accounting of who was present during the attack. Who fought. Who stood by. Who showed courage and who showed cowardice. When I arrive, there will be consequences for everyone involved-not just the Dragon King.”

The line went dead.

Maurice stood in silence for several seconds, processing the information with the practiced calm of someone who’d spent decades navigating organizational politics and power dynamics. Willson Pavilion’s hierarchy was strict and unforgiving: the Pavilion Master at the apex, then the envoys who carried his direct authority, followed by the elders who governed internal doctrine and training. Below them sat the branch managers-powerful figures who controlled entire regions and commanded resources that would make most governments envious.

Maurice Springs was the Far East Branch Manager. One of the five most powerful positions outside the Pavilion’s core leadership. His territory encompassed billions of people across multiple countries. His word could topple governments and destroy corporations.

And someone had just beaten his son nearly to death while mocking Willson Pavilion’s authority.

“Prepare my jet,” Maurice ordered his assistant. “Full security detail. We leave for Five-River Province within the hour.”

“Yes, Branch Manager. And the… the investigation into who failed to protect Young Master Springs?”

“Everyone present will be questioned,” Maurice said flatly. “Miles Cooper, Celeste Harrington, Finley Monroe- all of them. They had the numbers. They had the training. And yet they stood by and watched. Either they’re incompetent or they’re cowards. Either way, there will be consequences.”

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