Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 You’ve Changed

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She answered Primo in her head, her tone cool. “You don’t get it. Kiran’s paranoid. If I’d said yes, he’d smell a trap. The more I shut him out, the more he’ll think I’m hiding something. He won’t stay away.”

Right on cue, two soft knocks tapped against the door, == |||

“Who’s there?” Margaret raised her voice, threading just the right note of wariness and exhaustion through

it

A beat of silence passed. Then a low voice sounded-the kind that crawled under her skin.

“It’s me.”

Margaret’s hand froze on the cracker.

It was Kiran’s voice.

She glanced at the time on her Holo-bracelet. Less than thirty seconds since she’d sent that “No.”

The bastard had already been on his way when he asked. He’d never planned to wait for her consent.

Outside. Kiran adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and waited. He was certain she wouldn’t turn him away.

Through the thick metal door came her flat reply. “Who?”

Kiran hadn’t expected that answer.

The air in the corridor went still. He didn’t get angry. His tone didn’t even shift. “Kiran.”

Margaret stayed on the edge of the bed. She didn’t move. She worked on the last half of her cracker, chewing slowly.

A little waiting would do him good.

A full five minutes later, she dusted off her hands and rose without hurry. She shuffled to the door and hit the unlock button, leaning limply against the metal frame as it slid apart.

Kiran stood in the corridor, uniform crisp. He was tall enough that the overhead light cast his shadow over her.

“Can I help you, Major General Noah?” Her voice was weak, her eyelids drooping. She landed on the title like a blade wrapped in silk.

Kiran’s gaze slipped past her, sweeping the room. Nothing out of place. No one else. Just open crates on the table and scattered cracker wrappers. His eyes settled back on her pale face.

“I heard you just came back from Commander Iverson’s isolation chamber.” His tone was polished. “Taking on such an intensive purification the moment you arrived-are you holding up?”

The old Margaret

Not a word about whether Baar was dead or alive. Just concern for her health. The old Margaret would’ve teared up on the spot and spilled everything,

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This Margaret just found it funny.

“I’m fine.” She gave him nothing.

Her coldness didn’t faze Kiran. He stepped closer.

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“The front is nothing like Prime Planet. The environment here is brutal.” He looked down at her, his voice dropping into something carefully warm. “You’re under the highest protection now. You shouldn’t be risking yourself in a place like this.”

Margaret pressed her fingers to her temple, playing up a pounding headache. “I’m already here. No point talking about it. Major General Noah, if there’s nothing else, I need to rest.”

“Margaret.” Her name came out with a thread of resignation.

He studied her face. Same features, completely different presence. The old Margaret used to look at him like he was the sun. If he so much as frowned, she’d panic, scrambling to figure out what she’d done wrong.

Now she was leaning in the doorway, looking at him like he was a stranger who’d overstayed his welcome.

“You’ve changed.” His voice gave nothing away.

“Have I?” She let out a short laugh and crossed her arms. “People change. One day, if you ever find yourself becoming SSS-class. Major General Noah-you’ll change too.”

The words landed clean. Kiran’s breath snagged.

For a man who’d spent his life clawing his way up, the rank of SSS-class struck him like a blade. He craved the title, the power, and Baar’s position at the very top of the Federal Military.

Margaret had put her finger right on the hunger he kept buried deepest. If he had SSS-class spiritual power, he wouldn’t be standing here playing games with a female. He’d have ground Baar into the dirt long ago.

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