Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 89

CHAPTER 89 PART 2

Golden Eagle Group Headquarters – Five-River Province – 4:47 PM

Stanislaus Potter sat in his executive office, a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand, watching the financial terminals with satisfaction. Any moment now, Hartford Group’s stock would crater. Quinn Hartford would be ruined. And that bastard Marcus Steel would learn what it meant to cross the Potter family.

His phone buzzed. His financial advisor.

“Give me the good news,” Stanislaus said, taking a sip of whiskey.

“Sir-“The advisor’s voice was strained. “Hartford Group’s stock rose by five percent.”

Stanislaus choked on his whiskey, coughing violently. “WHAT?!”

“Titan Group injected five billion dollars this afternoon. Owen Cooper personally authorized it. Our assault was completely neutralized-worse, it backfired. Hartford Group is stronger now than before we attacked.”

“Owen Cooper,” Stanislaus repeated slowly, his voice turning ice-cold. “That spineless worm defied me? He injected FIVE BILLION to protect that nobody and his Saintess wife?”

“It appears so, sir.”

Stanislaus hurled his whiskey glass against the wall, where it shattered with a satisfying crash. “Then Owen Cooper just signed his own death warrant. If he wants to back that worthless couple, then Titan Group burns alongside Hartford Group!”

He grabbed his phone, dialing his son’s number. Quamaine answered on the second ring, his voice still weak from his injuries.

“Father?”

“Mobilize everything,” Stanislaus ordered. “I don’t care what it costs. I want both Hartford Group and Titan Group destroyed. Marcus Steel humiliated you, crippled you, made you bark like a dog. It’s time we showed Grayson City what happens when you cross the Potter family.”

“Yes, Father,” Quamaine said, vindictive eagerness creeping into his voice despite his pain. “I want to watch them burn.”

“You will,” Stanislaus promised. “I’ll make sure Marcus Steel loses everything-his wife’s company, his reputation, his position, everything. And when he’s broken and homeless, when that Sacred Saintess wife of his is weeping in the streets, only then will we show them the tiniest hint of mercy.”

He ended the call and stared out his office window at Five-River Province’s skyline.

“This is war,” he muttered. “And the Potters never lose a war,”

Hartford Group – Quinn’s Office – 5:15 PM

The boardroom had finally emptied, the defeated Hartford family members slinking away one by one, unable to meet Quinn’s or Marcus’s eyes. Even Zachary had eventually left, his dignity in tatters, muttering vague threats that carried no weight.

Now Quinn sat alone in her office with Marcus, the golden light of her Saintess aura finally dimming to a soft glow around her skin.

“We won,” Quinn said quietly, still sounding like she couldn’t quite believe it. “They tried to destroy us, and we

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won.”

“You won,” Marcus corrected gently. “This was always about you-your position, your authority, your rightful place as chairman.”

Quinn turned to look at him, her cold indifference cracking just enough to show the vulnerable woman beneath.” No. We won. Without you, without your confidence, without whatever connections you have that convinced Titan Group to invest-I would have failed.”

The impossible had happened. The underdogs had won. The Sacred Saintess and her mysterious husband had humiliated their enemies in public.

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