Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 The Meal

Chapter 146 The Meal

The assembled officials traded baffled glances.

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Family? The SSS-class female was an orphan from the fringe galaxies. Since when did she have family?

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Then Margaret turned. Her gaze swept past Timothy and landed on Cheiron and Baar, waiting a short distance away.

“Let’s go home.”

Three simple words, spoken over the roar of the chaotic spaceport, carried clearly to every single person

present.

The corner of Cheiron’s mouth curved, a real warmth settling into his gray eyes.

The darkness in Baar’s face lifted.

Even he, for once, almost smiled. Timothy stood rooted to the spot, his ears flushed bright pink at the tips.

My Lady just called him family.

A single line-and three men, all preening at the sound of it.

The Imperial and Federal delegates opened their mouths and could only sputter, no words coming out. She wanted to go home and eat with her matched husbands. There was no arguing with that logic.

And Imperial law was clear; a female’s will came before everything. Who would stop her? Who could?

Margaret moved first, heading for the spaceport exit. Three males-each powerful, each a household name across the galaxy-fell in behind her without a word.

Timothy’s extended hovercar settled smoothly in front of the detached villa in the suburbs. The gates opened without challenge. The front lawn stretched like a vast green carpet, immaculately manicured.

At its center sat a sleek, compact white craft, its hull glinting coldly in the night sky. It was the welfare flier Irene had mentioned-Empire bureaucracy had moved fast, delivering it straight to her door.

Margaret climbed the front steps. The doors slid apart.

Two uniformed housekeepers stood at attention in the entryway. Timothy had brought them from the Hurst Group. Margaret had only glimpsed them in passing before she left for the Valoran Galaxy.

They had worked just one day before their employer departed for the front lines. Now that she was back, their bearing was flawless.

Between them sat the round-headed Blanc robot that Cheiron had brought. Its screen blinked a crescent- moon smile, its treads spinning in a cheerful little circle,

Beyond the corridor, the long dining table was already set with an array of dishes, each tucked under a semi-transparent thermal cover to hold in the heat.

Timothy had timed the meal perfectly. None of the food had been plated more than five minutes ago.

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Chapter 146 The Meal

Every dish was at its peak.

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The four of them took their seats. Margaret settled at the head of the table. Timothy slid into the chair to her right and immediately ladled a bowl of hot soup for her. Baar and Cheiron sat across from them.

The meal passed in a thick, unspoken undercurrent of rivalry.

“Tomorrow at nine, I’ll come by to escort you-and Commander Iverson-to the Academy of Sciences for your examinations.” Cheiron cut through the greens on his plate with slow precision, his tone mild.

Baar swallowed a bite of steak and gave a short nod. He couldn’t argue with a legitimate reason.

Timothy’s fork stopped midair. His blue eyes snapped wide. He turned to Margaret. “My Lady, are you unwell? Did you get hurt on the front? Is something wrong with your spiritual realm?”

Margaret popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth and chewed before answering, “Routine check. Don’t worry about it.”

Timothy shot Baar a suspicious look, then glanced at Cheiron. He pressed his lips together and let it drop.

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