Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 74

CHAPTER 74 PART 1

Harlan Potter lay crumpled on the blood-stained concrete, his shattered arm hanging at his side like a broken puppet’s limb. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the dust and grime coating his once-immaculate suit. His breathing came in ragged gasps, each one sending fresh waves of agony through his pulverized bones.

But the Shadow of the Potter family hadn’t survived forty years in the underworld by accepting defeat.

With a guttural roar that was more animal than human, Harlan lunged at Marcus with his one good arm, fingers curved into claws aimed at the younger man’s throat. It was a desperate, pathetic attack-the last gasp of a drowning man.

Aaron Jackson moved with brutal efficiency. His boot caught Harlan square in the chest, sending him sprawling backward. Before Harlan could even register what happened, Aaron was on him, pinning his good leg to the ground.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” Aaron said coldly.

CRACK!

The sound of Harlan’s leg breaking echoed through the warehouse like a gunshot. Harlan’s scream was raw and primal, his body convulsing from the shock. Both arms ruined, one leg shattered-he was completely helpless

now.

“Please,” Harlan gasped, tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming pain. “Please… just tell me… who is he? What… what is he?”

Aaron crouched down beside the broken enforcer, his expression utterly pitiless. “You think you’re worthy of knowing the truth? You’re nothing but a dog who bit the wrong person. The only thing you need to know is that you lost. Badly.”

“But that power…” Harlan’s voice was barely a whisper. “That’s not cultivation. That’s not human. I’ve faced grandmasters, assassins, soldiers-nobody moves like that. Nobody has power like that.”

“And you never will again,” Aaron said flatly. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts with casual indifference while Harlan bled on the floor beside him.

The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “This better be important.”

“Stanislaus Potter?” Aaron’s voice dripped with mock politeness. “I hope I’m not interrupting your evening. I wanted to update you on the status of your rescue operation.”

There was a long pause. “Who is this? Where’s Harlan?”

“Harlan’s right here. Well, what’s left of him.” Aaron tilted the phone toward the moaning, broken man on the ground. “Say hello to your boss, Shadow. Let him hear what failure sounds like.”

Harlan could only manage a weak groan.

Stanislaus Potter’s voice turned ice-cold. “What have you done to him?”

“About the same thing we did to your worthless son,” Aaron replied cheerfully. “Both arms broken, one leg shattered, completely humiliated. Your legendary enforcer put up a decent fight, I’ll give him that. Lasted almost five minutes before my associate turned him into a cripple.”

“You’re dead,” Stanislaus hissed. “When I’m done with you, there won’t be enough left to identify the bodies!”

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“Save the threats, old man. Here’s how this works: the ransom just doubled. Six hundred and fifty million. Cash. No tricks, no games, or we start mailing pieces of your son back to you.”

“Six hundred and fifty-you’re insane! That’s nearly everything the family has liquid!”

“Then I suggest you liquidate faster,” Aaron said, his tone hardening. “You sent Harlan to kill us instead of paying. That was a mistake. Now you pay double, or Quamaine dies screaming. Your choice.”

The line went silent for a long moment. When Stanislaus spoke again, his voice was strained with barely controlled fury-and underneath it, genuine fear. “Fine. Six hundred and fifty million. But if you harm one more hair on my son’s head-”

“Save it. You’ve got six hours to get the money together. Same location. And Stanislaus?” Aaron’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “If you try anything stupid again, I’ll make sure Quamaine’s death is so slow and painful that you’ll hear his screams in your nightmares for the rest of your miserable life.”

He ended the call and pocketed his phone, glancing down at Harlan with contempt. “Your boss just paid double because you couldn’t do your job. How does it feel to be the most expensive failure in Potter family history?”

Harlan said nothing. He’d lost too much blood, suffered too much pain. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his body trembling with shock.

Marcus walked over to Quamaine Potter, who was still bound to his chair, eyes wide with terror behind his gag. The young heir had watched everything-watched his family’s most feared enforcer broken like a toy, watched power beyond imagination wielded with casual ease.

“Your father will come through,” Marcus said quietly. “The Potter family values its heirs, after all. But remember this moment, Quamaine. Remember what happens when you threaten a Sacred Saintess. Next time, you won’t be ransomed. You’ll be buried.”

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CHAPTER 74 PART 2

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Hartford Group Headquarters – 7:47 PM

Quinn Hartford’s heels clicked against the marble floor of the parking garage as she walked toward her Rolls- Royce, her face an expressionless mask of cold indifference. The day had been exhausting-board meetings, financial reports, handling the fallout from the Potter family’s economic assault. But she refused to show weakness, not even to herself.

Her two new secretaries, introduced just this morning, flanked her at a respectful distance. Both were young women in their mid-twenties, dressed in matching yellow tracksuits that seemed oddly casual for office work. They’d introduced themselves as Lily Chen and Maya Rodriguez, sent by some business associate of Marcus’s.

Quinn had accepted them without question. After everything she’d witnessed Marcus do, she’d learned to trust his arrangements.

The parking garage was nearly empty this late in the evening, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. Quinn’s Saintess senses prickled with unease, detecting something wrong in the shadows, but she kept her expression carefully neutral.

They turned the corner into the narrow alley where her Rolls-Royce was parked-

And two black vans screeched to a halt, blocking both exits.

“Get down!” Lily shouted, but Quinn didn’t move. She stood frozen, watching with cold, calculating eyes as eight men poured out of the vans-rough-looking foreigners with Eastern European accents and military-grade

weapons.

The leader, a scarred brute with a shaved head and dead eyes, pointed directly at Quinn. “Target acquired. Grab her. Kill anyone who interferes.”

Quinn’s hand moved to her purse, but she was too slow. One of the mercenaries fired a specialized dart gun, and the projectile slammed into her shoulder. Immediately, her Saintess energy began to flicker and fade, suppressed by whatever chemical cocktail the dart contained.

“What-“Quinn’s voice was barely a whisper as her knees buckled.

Two mercenaries grabbed her arms, dragging her toward the van. She tried to summon her sacred power, tried to create the golden barrier that should protect her, but the suppression drug was too strong. Only a faint flicker of golden light appeared before dying out completely.

“Quinn Hartford, the Sacred Saintess,” the leader-Frank-sneered in heavily accented English. “Blood Canyon syndicate thanks you for your cooperation. You’re worth ten million on black market. Maybe more if buyer wants intact Saintess bloodline for experiments.”

Quinn’s eyes blazed with fury despite her weakened state. “Marcus will kill you all.”

Frank laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Your husband? That worthless nobody? Please. By time he finds out, you’ll be halfway across ocean, and he’ll be finding pieces of you mailed back one at a time if he causes trouble.”

He raised his hand to strike her-

And suddenly his wrist exploded in a spray of blood.

A plum blossom dart, razor-sharp and gleaming, had pierced clean through his hand and embedded in the van’s metal door behind him. Frank’s scream was cut short as a second dart punctured his shoulder, spinning him around.

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