The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Lorne’s words hung in the air, the weight of them settling over everyone present.

Drake Jennings, Rhea Jennings, Caleb Valor, the nine soldiers, the Jennings family butler, even the five guards sprawled on the ground- they were all

frozen.

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Every eye was glued to the golden Promotion Order in Lorne’s hand, a single thought echoing in their minds-

‘No freakin‘ way.‘

Five top–secret SSS–Rank missions. Eighteen SS–Rank missions. Nearly a hundred S–Rank missions!

And Lorne had said five years on the front lines. Five years to rack up a record like that? It was superhuman.

Even as their brains screamed it had to be some kind of mistake, no one dared question the truth of it.

The Vyrdenian Military’s Promotion Order, held by Lorne, was as good as gospel. No one, not even Lorne Drakon himself, would dare fake one of those.

Rhea’s sneer evaporated so fast it was like it had never existed.

She stared at Raven’s composed face, utter disbelief plastered across her own.

“Am I hearing things?‘ she thought wildly.

Her father, Drake, had completed a single S–Rank mission, and in her book, that made him a legend.

But Lorne was saying Raven–that bitch–had nearly a hundred S–Ranks under her belt?

Rhea gaped at the Promotion Order, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.

What had she just been bragging about? She’d stood there, all puffed up, boasting about her dad’s S–Rank mission, sneering that Raven wasn’t fit to lick

his boots.

Now, every word felt like a slap in the face. Rhea Jennings had never felt so utterly humiliated in her entire life.

Drake’s shock was on a whole other level.

As one of the few in the Vyrdenian military to have actually completed an S–Rank mission, he understood better than most just how insane those missions were, let alone anything above them.

He’d nearly bought the farm more times than he cared to remember during his S–Rank. Pure luck he was still breathing. Just thinking about the hell he’d gone through still sent chills down his spine.

And this girl, younger than his own daughter, who he’d just pegged as some kind of fluke promotion to Lieutenant General… she’d racked up nearly a

hundred S–Ranks?

Not to mention eighteen SS–Ranks and five top–secret SSS–Ranks!

What kind of freak of nature was she?

Raven glanced at the Promotion Order, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “General Drakon,” she drawled, “talk about convenient timing”

Lorne caught the teasing glint in her eyes, a genuine smile finally breaking through his stern facade. “Heard you’d tracked down your better half. Rushed right over, Coincidence, all coincidence.” He winked. “But take the Order, and these clowns are all yours to deal with as you see fit.”