All Chapters of Soldier, Billionaire, and Contract Husband: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Elias sauntered over to Lemuel’s side.Spying Callie, Lemuel couldn’t hold back his curiosity. ‘Sir, Callie’s really tagging along?’‘The girl you’ve got an eye on’s enlisting too, right?’ Elias responded, deflecting the question.Lemuel cast a glance at Wendy by Callie’s side, murmuring, ‘Yeah, she volunteered.’‘I didn’t want Callie to come,’ Elias admitted in hushed tones. ‘But that was selfish of me.’Truth was, Elias had conferred with Craig over the phone before visiting the health centre.The veteran nurse’s opinion was more inclined towards Callie than Angelia.For battlefield roles, courage and a sense of responsibility were non-negotiable.From Craig’s standpoint, Callie seemed a better fit than Angelia.But Elias had placed pressure on Craig to favour Angelia, fearing the peril Callie might face.Now he realised that was the wrong thing to do.‘Sir, I know how you feel.’ Lemuel patted Elias’s shoulder.‘Let’s not dwell on that. It’s time for the roll call.’Lemuel nodded an

Elias turned, setting his gaze on Harriet, who had sprinted to him and snapped a salute. ‘I’m at your command, Major General.’‘Lieutenant Colonel Daniels.’ Elias returned her salute, a sliver of a smile playing on his lips. ‘Gather all officers ranking captain and above for a briefing. I want a comprehensive rundown on the current border situation.’‘Consider it done.’With Elias’s orders, Harriet sprang into action, convening a swift and concise meeting to orchestrate the impending battle.Seated at the head of the briefing table, Elias cast a cool gaze in Harriet’s direction, his question crisp, ‘Update me on the latest.’Harriet meticulously laid out the situation, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. ‘Kurtazagg’s spiralling into chaos. The violence is escalating, rioters gaining traction. Border merchants have turned arms smugglers, wreaking havoc between Kurtazagg and Engalia. We’re hitting back, trying to stem the flow. But they’ve escalated too—mercenaries are swa

Elias’s large hand enveloped Callie’s small one as they made their way to the medical staff’s dormitory.The night sky, dark and adorned with starlight, held a breathtaking beauty.The occasional flicker of distant flames was a stark contrast to the tranquillity, a reminder of the harsh reality of war.Elias’s warmth seeped through her skin, spreading its comforting embrace.Despite the harsh conditions, Callie found solace in his company after a strenuous day.They reached the dormitory entrance, a walk that was far too short in Elias’s view.Standing there, holding hands, he couldn’t suppress his yearning any longer.He pulled Callie close, kissing her passionately.But it was a short-lived kiss.Elias reluctantly released her before his desire could spiral out of control. ‘Goodnight, Callie.’‘Goodnight.’Elias swiftly departed, not daring to linger.Callie watched him leave.Once inside, she was greeted by a rudimentary setup.The space was sparsely furnished, two small rooms with

Lemuel recalled the woman he saw earlier, remembering her wily grin and lethal motions.‘Sir, if a mercenary’s involved, then this mission...’ Lemuel’s voice trailed off.‘Gets more complicated,’ Elias affirmed with a slight nod. ‘The fact that Shadowfire could hire Inga implies an extravagant sum offered.’‘Then why did you…?’‘Why did I let her go?’Lemuel nodded.‘Because Inga isn’t the strategist; she’s a consummate executor. The true puppeteer is the mastermind behind the scenes. Unless we capture the real leader of Shadowfire, eliminating Inga alone won’t suffice.’Lemuel’s expression grew more solemn with Elias’s insight.The armoured vehicle continued its course, yet an abrupt burst of flames disrupted the tranquillity.In mere seconds, an earth-shattering explosion resounded, and mushrooming smoke billowed, forming a cloud above the distant fire.The ground trembled, fissures spreading across the turf.Unprepared for the sudden upheaval, Lemuel, who piloted the armoured vehic

Concerned that Angelia’s elbow could be fractured, Jamison swiftly guided her towards the X-ray room.Once the X-ray procedure concluded, he tenderly lifted her, carrying her to a bed in an empty ward.Angelia’s eyes were cast downwards, concealing her emotions.She looked so vulnerable and delicate, with her small, tear-streaked face framed by cascading curls.In an attempt to comfort her, Jamison spoke in a soothing tone, ‘I’ve reviewed the X-ray, Dr Hawthorne. Fortunately, there’s no fracture in your elbow. The pain you’re feeling is due to muscle strain, and it’s quite swollen and red. It should improve in a few days.’He produced a bottle of medication to aid blood circulation and extended it towards her.However, Angelia remained motionless, not reaching out for the medicine.Jamison, concerned, asked, ‘Dr Hawthorne, are you alright?’Angelia slowly raised her tear-stained face to meet his gaze, her voice quivering, ‘I...’As Jamison looked into her eyes, he realised he couldn’t