Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Phoebe Gets Arrested

Chapter 106 Phoebe Gets Arrested

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Margaret felt a wave of relief. She whipped her head around and fixed her stare on the food carts, and for the first time in her life, Timothy’s showy face struck her as a genuinely welcome sight.

“I’m starving. Get that food over here.” She grabbed the escape route with both hands, her voice carrying a bit too much urgency.

Cheiron didn’t turn.

He stayed exactly as he was, his gaze still on her face. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. The emotion in his gray eyes shuttered fast-within seconds, that familiar academic coolness was back. He lifted his coffee and took a slow sip.

Timothy directed the butlers to lay out the dishes across the table, then skirted around the sofa and wedged himself in right next to Margaret.

An SSS-class male’s territorial instincts were razor-sharp. The second he got close, he picked up on the charged tension hanging thick in the air.

Cheiron always carried himself with that stiff formality. But the way he was sitting now, the angle of his gaze toward Margaret-it felt charged, almost predatory.

Timothy dropped onto the empty space beside her, pressing in close without any hesitation at all. His shaggy head nudged against her shoulder.

“My Lady, what were you and Mr. Jewett talking about?”

As he spoke, he picked up his fork and transferred a neatly deboned piece of snow cod onto Margaret’s plate.

The brush of his hair against her neck made her skin itch. She shoved his head away with one hand.

“Nothing much. Gossip,” She stabbed at the fish with her fork. “Someone on Starnet just aired every last piece of Phoebe’s dirty laundry.”

Timothy’s attention veered on cue. He tapped his Holo-bracelet, skimmed the anonymous post now sitting at the very top of the trending board, and let out a loud, sharp scoff.

“That woman’s done. Completely finished.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his long legs. “A B-class faking S-class, tied up with black market drugs.”

He turned to Margaret and shot her a look that practically begged for approval. “My Lady, you don’t have to worry about any of this. I already gave the Hurst Group legal department their marching orders before I came in. They’re coordinating with a few media outlets to fan the flames. When this is over, Phoebe won’t have a single place left to set foot on Prime Planet.”

Margaret swallowed a bite of the fish. The meat was delicate and tender. She moved on to a sticky glazed rib, the sweet-tart sauce melting across her tongue and settling the nerves Cheiron had rattled just minutes before.

“No need for the legal department,” Cheiron’s voice cut in, quiet and even.

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Chapter 106 Phoebe Gets Arrested

He picked up his napkin and wiped his hands with slow, precise movements.

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“The Interstellar Security Bureau moves faster than you think. Fifteen minutes ago. Prime Planet’s First Operations Unit surrounded Phoebe’s residence.” He pulled up an internal briefing, and a holographic projection flared to life above the table. “She’s already been taken in.”

The footage showed Phoebe in that black dress, her hair a mess, flanked on both sides by fully armored officers marching her toward a hovercar

Her three A-class husbands stood in the background, their expressions conflicted. None of them moved to stop it.

“So they arrested her. So what?” Timothy let out a dismissive snort. “Imperial law coddles females like you wouldn’t believe. The worst she gets is losing S-class privileges. Even if they prove she killed Ardon, it’s just exile to the fringe. That’s not punishment. That’s a slap on the wrist.”

Right then, Timothy and Cheiron’s eyes met across the table for the briefest of moments.

They couldn’t stand each other. But in that single shared glance, something flickered in both pairs of eyes -the same cold, predatory intent of two apex predators locking onto the same prey.

Margaret popped another sticky glazed rib into her mouth.

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