Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Tell Me What You Want

Chapter 160 Tell Me What You Want

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“You’re giving us way too much credit.” Cheiron shook his head, sounding more than a little helpless. “Baar calls the shots in the military, sure-but he’s a pure soldier, all combat authority, no political pull. When it comes to top-secret core political stuff? Those old farts watch him like a hawk. As for me…”

He paused, a flicker of dry amusement crossing his eyes. “The Imperial Household cares about bloodlines above everything else. No matter how much they value my work, I’m still an outsider-not one of them. Those nobles who act like they’re so much better than everyone don’t respect me at all.”

“What if we just hack it?” Margaret switched tactics.

Cheiron shook his head again, shutting down that idea right away. “This office is less than 3,000 feet from Central Brain’s core. Any hostile data stream gets locked onto in 0.01 seconds flat. If we try it? Not only will the files self-destruct-we’ll be charged with treason.”

Margaret went quiet.

Fair enough. I am not about to mess with that,

She said to Primo in her head, “Primo, you hear that? Got any backdoors, super viruses, anything? Here’s your big chance to show off your real skills.”

Primo went quiet for two seconds, then spoke up, sounding all hurt and defensive, “Host, you forgot how Central Brain blocked me last time? When I evolve enough to break through Central Brain’s firewalls, I’ll help you rule the whole galaxy. Right now? All I can do is cheer you on.”

Margaret blocked it out without a single change in her expression.

She asked Cheiron, “So there’s literally nothing we can do? We go through all this trouble, and we end up with a dead file we can’t even touch?”

“There is a way.” Cheiron’s voice was quiet, but it snagged Margaret’s full attention immediately.

He picked up the glass of water on his desk and took a slow, deliberate sip. He didn’t seem in any hurry to spill the answer-he didn’t even look at her.

Margaret saw right through it. He was stringing her along on purpose, waiting for her to beg him to tell her.

“What’s the way?” She ground out the words through her teeth, forcing herself to be patient.

Cheiron set down his glass and tugged lightly at his collar. Like he was just getting comfortable, he undid the first button of his shirt. From where Margaret sat, she could just make out the sharp, defined line of his collarbone.

He tilted his chin up slightly, those deep gray eyes locking straight onto hers. He didn’t say a word.

The message in his gaze was impossible to miss.

Margaret huffed silently to herself.

Wow, he really isn’t done with that earlier conversation, is he? He is pulling out the whole seduction act now.

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Chapter 160 Tell Me What You Want

But she had to admit it was working way too well on her.

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Normally, he was so restrained, so put-together like some perfect saint, that she’d never even let herself think about him that way.

But today?

Margaret had to admit it he was getting to her. Her heart skipped a stupid, unwanted beat.

She didn’t even fight the feeling,

If anything, it felt weirdly thrilling-messing around like this when they were one wrong move away from treason charges.

She stood up slowly and stepped right in front of Cheiron.

“Cheiron.” She leaned down suddenly, bracing both hands on the armrests of his chair. Just like he’d done to her earlier, she boxed him in-trapping his tall frame between her and the back of the chair.

The Lables had turned. Hunter and prey had swapped places in an instant.

“Hmm?” Cheiron rumbled the response, a smile playing on his lips as he looked up at her.

“Tell me what you want. Straight out.” Margaret’s fingertips brushed lightly against the open collar of his shirt. “I don’t like guessing games.”

Cheiron’s breath hitched for a split second.

He stared at her face, so close to his own. Right now, those pretty eyes that always held a wall of guard were bright with teasing amusement.

“I need a little…” He closed his eyes for a beat. “Motivation.”

“Motivation?” Margaret huffed a quiet laugh, tipping his chin up lightly with her finger. “Like what?”

His common sense was screaming at him to stop, to pull back-but Cheiron fought to keep himself under control.

He said, “My wife is a smart woman. I don’t think I need to spell it out for her.”

Margaret smiled. She stopped teasing him, leaned down, and pressed her lips firmly to his cool ones. Cheiron didn’t move. His hands clenched tight around the armrests, knuckles white, as he let her kiss him -clumsy, soft little nips at his lip.

Margaret wasn’t exactly experienced at this. After a couple of kisses, Cheiron still felt totally stiff Frustrated, she started to pull away.

But Cheiron let go of the armrests all at once. He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her hard against him, mumbling against her lips, “Not enough.”

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