Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 137

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After a few days around Baar, Margaret had him figured out his moods shifted without warning, no explanation offered.

One minute he was grilling meat for her, the next he’d turned to ice. She didn’t have the energy to keep up with his mood swings.

Timothy, as clingy as he was, proved easier to be around. He said what he meant and sulked when he was unhappy. Cheiron too-calm, composed, never difficult.

Twenty minutes later, the elevator doors opened, and Cheiron stepped onto the platform.

He wore a sharply tailored dark gray coat, his hair combed neatly back. His gray eyes found Margaret the moment he cleared the doors.

“Ms. Greene.” He greeted her first, his tone easy.

“Mr. Jewett,” Margaret gave him a nod

It was always like this between them-polite, comfortable, a comfortable, polite distance,

Only then did Cheiron turn to Baar and offer a polite nod. “Commander Iverson.”

“Mr. Jewett Welcome to the Federation. What an honor.” The words were polished to a fine sheen. But every male in the room could feel the frost under every word.

The two SSS-class males stood three paces apart. Their presences couldn’t have been more different, but their auras clashed evenly, the tension thick enough to cut.

Gary inched two steps back and stationed himself in the corner alongside the medical officer.

The medical officer leaned in. “Should I leave?”

“Don’t,” Gary hissed, “I can’t handle this alone.” 2

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Baar and the medical officer briefed Cheiron on the toxin-the symptoms, the clean scan results, and the equipment’s failure to identify the compound,

Cheiron listened without jumping to conclusions. He tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes going distant, as if sifting through a lifetime of medical knowledge,

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After a moment, he spoke, “I’ll have Central Hospital send a deep-tissue molecular tox-scanner. I’ll also need a blood sample for in-vitro culture. If this toxin genuinely possesses molecular-level camouflage. standard detection protocols will be useless. We’ll need a different approach.”

protocols will be useless. We

Baar nodded. There were no other options.

With business concluded, Cheiron made himself at home beside Margaret, uninvited-right where Baar had been sitting at the grill.

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The grill still radiated heat. The air was thick with the scent of charred meat. Cheiron picked up the blade as naturally as if it were his own and took over grilling for Margaret.

The results, however….

Margaret took a bite, chewed silently, and kept eating without complaint.

Baar stood three paces away, watching.

Gary leaned in and muttered to the medical officer, “Commander Iverson looks like he’s about to breathe fire.

The medical officer shuddered. “Lieutenant Pierce, do you think he’d notice if we just… quietly slipped our right now?”

“He would,” Gary said.

The medical officer didn’t dare say another word.

Margaret finished the last piece of meat and called out silently, “Primo.”

“Here!” Primo answered instantly, as chipper as ever.

“That thing I asked you to look into the original host’s soul. Did you find anything?”

Primo went quiet for two full seconds. When its voice came back, the playfulness had vanished.

“I found something.”

The words had barely registered when the sirens tore through the air.

Red alert lights strobed across every surface. The entire station snapped to maximum combat readiness.

Gary’s Holo-bracelet went off. He glanced down and his face went deathly pale. “Sir-mass insectoid swarm! Less than fifty light-years out and closing fast!”

Fifty light-years was point-blank range for interstellar warfare, and a swarm this size should never have gotten this close undetected.

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