Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Fireworks

Chapter 149 Fireworks

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“Fine. You dragged me out to the middle of nowhere in the dead of night. What exactly did you plan?” Margaret said.

Timothy didn’t answer. He just gave her a mysterious wink and raised his hand toward the two housekeepers, holding up three fingers.

The moment the last finger folded down, a low, resonant boom rolled across the sky, the vibration thrumming deep in her bones.

Margaret’s shoulders hunched on reflex.

Then she looked up and went utterly still.

A blinding point of light burst across the heavens. In the next breath, countless streaks of trailing radiance scattered outward, tumbling into a meteor shower that fell in slow, cascading waves.

Margaret had seen a fireworks show on Earth once-one of those obscenely expensive displays-but it paled in comparison to the sight unfolding above her.

Fireworks flared and died in seconds. These trails of light lingered, suspended against the night, and then, caught by some precise gravitational field, they began to rearrange themselves.

The glowing particles drifted and converged, tracing a single, enormous word across the black canvas of the sky.

It was her name-“Margaret.”

She was still staring upward, utterly transfixed, when warmth pressed against her cheek.

Timothy had slipped in beside her without a sound, and before she could react, he’d pressed a quick, fleeting kiss to her face. Then he pulled back just as fast.

When Margaret whipped around to glare at him, he was already half a step back. His blue eyes went wide and glistening, brows furrowed-every inch a puppy caught red-handed.

She swiped at her cheek and looked at his face. The scolding words died somewhere in her throat.

“Don’t do it again,” she warned, keeping her voice flat.

Timothy brightened instantly. “My Lady, you’re the best! Wait here-there’s more. I haven’t brought everything out yet!”

He turned and ran toward the housekeepers, his long strides eating up the ground.

The lakeside fell quiet.

“Host, I was watching the light show when my screen suddenly went black for a few seconds. Any idea what that was about?” Primo’s voice surfaced, dripping with pointed, gossipy curiosity,

Margaret kept her expression perfectly level. “It glitched. Report it as a system glitch to the main system.”

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Chapter 149 Fireworks

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“Fine.” Primo made a small, skeptical noise, then promptly let out a shriek that could’ve doubled as an air-

raid siren.

“АННННННН!”

Margaret winced. “Shut up. What now?”

“Host, do you know what just exploded up there?l”

“Fireworks. Obviously.” Margaret’s answer came out flat.

“There are no fireworks in the Interstellar Era! Even if there were, Central Brain would never approve that kind of atmospheric contamination project! And the shockwave just now-does that feel like gunpowder to you?!”

Margaret replayed the lingering tremor in her mind. “Then what was it? A hologram?”

Primo let out a series of smug little clicks. “This guy is insane. He bought eighty-seven decommissioned orbital debris rocks from the outer ring of Prime Planet’s defense perimeter. Then he detonated all of them at once-just so you could hear the sound and see your name in the sky.”

Margaret’s breath caught, “What?! How do you even know that?”

“Starnet is going completely viral! Everyone’s losing their minds!” Primo dumped a cascade of trending headlines straight into her thoughts. “Breaking: Chain Explosions Outside Prime Planet Defense Ring- Possible Terror Attack!’ ‘Correction: Not an Attack. Lord Hurst Staged an Artificial Meteor Shower!” ‘Ultimate Power Move: Lord Hurst Destroys 87 Asteroids Just to Make His Wife Smile…”

Primo kept going, “Those orbital rocks-even decommissioned ones-go for millions of credits apiece at auction. Eighty-seven of them detonated in sequence, plus the cost of clearing the flight paths, plus the Central Brain environmental fines… a conservative estimate puts the last few minutes at around five hundred million credits.”

For a second, Margaret’s mind went completely blank.

Five hundred million?!

Back when Eileen had transferred her a hundred million credits, she’d called it “pocket money” with a straight face. Clearly, in this mother-son duo’s world, money was just meaningless digits on a screen.

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