Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 A Joint Document

Chapter 134

Joint Document

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Margaret rolled her eyes. “I know-

“He has to be undressed and in physical contact for the frenzy to subside! Hugging you through a blanket does nothing!” Primo was practically wailing. “He played you!”

Margaret stared at the ceiling, utterly speechless.

Morning came. Baar opened his eyes.

Years of military discipline had sharpened his internal clock-he was awake well before dawn. He didn’t move, lying on his back as he quietly assessed the restless energy coiled in his core.

The frenzy had been suppressed. But the poison still lurked deep, waiting for a chance to strike.

His gaze darkened. This toxin was insidious. It could send a male into a full rampage, yet evade every standard biochemical scan entirely.

Kiran would never have made a move this openly without covering every base. If Baar didn’t figure out what the poison was made of—and fast-it would be a ticking bomb inside him.

He reached for the military-issue Holo-bracelet on the nightstand.

The screen lit up. At the top sat an unread priority encrypted document sent by Gary.

Baar frowned and opened it. The Imperial royal seal gleamed at the top of the document, its gilded edges grating on his nerves.

The text was full of standard bureaucratic platitudes. It was a joint document from the Imperial Household and the Academy of Sciences.

To express deep appreciation for the Federal Military’s gallantry in combating the insectoid menace, the Empire was dispatching Chief Academy Fellow and Central Hospital Director Cheiron Jewett to the Sirius Galaxy defense line as a senior medical consultant. He would provide one month of technical support and medical assistance.

Baar stared at Cheiron’s name and let out a cold laugh.

Since when did those Imperial old bastards grow a conscience? Normally, if the Federation wanted a single high- precision med-pod from the Empire, they’d nickel-and-dime us for every last part. And now they’re wrapping up their prized chief fellow and shipping him straight to our doorstep?

And Cheiron might project the image of a healer publicly, but behind the scenes, he was a core strategist at the highest echelons of Imperial command. Every move he made rippled across the interstellar political landscape.

Why would he drop everything and head to the front?

Baar turned his head and looked beside him.

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On the bed, Margaret had cocooned herself so completely in the blankets that only a tuft of messy hair poked out.

The base was built on a frozen rock at the edge of nowhere, and the station’s heating dialed down at night to save power. She hated the cold, She’d hogged the blankets so aggressively last night that Baar had been pushed right to the edge of the bed.

Watching her sleep so soundly, the chill in his eyes eased, just a little.

yes ceased, just a lit

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was behind this. Cheiron had arranged the whole thing himself— dressing it up as inter-military cooperation and humanitarian aid, when really he was just waltzing onto a Federal front line to poach his wife.

Baar’s grip on the Holo-bracelet tightened. His expression shuttered,

Under normal circumstances, having a top-tier medical expert show up to work for free would’ve been a gift. He would’ve jumped at the chance. But this particular expert had his eyes on Margaret. This was no gift-it was a power play wrapped in goodwill.

Approve? Opened the door and let the wolf in.

Refuse? He looked like a jealous coward. And the truth was, he needed Cheiron right now. The poison in his system wasn’t going to analyze itself.

The base medics could patch up broken bones and bullet wounds just fine, but a complex neurotoxin targeting the spiritual realm? He had few viable options left.

Baar leaned against the headboard and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Whatever Cheiron was scheming, this was still his territory.

“Approved. Arrange a full reception. Don’t give the Empire anything to criticize.”

He fired the message back to Gary, then switched to the base chief medical officer’s contact and sent a short directive.

“My office. One hour. Bring your best tox-analysis equipment.”

He dropped the Holo-bracelet back onto the nightstand with a sharp click.

covers

The blanket cocoon stirred. Margaret fought her way out of the covers and surfaced, eyes bleary, hair a wild nest.

She’d slept surprisingly well. No midnight rampage. No sudden frenzy. The oversized space heater beside her had given off just the right amount of heat. A rare, solid night’s sleep.

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