Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 At Your Service

Chapter 169 At Your Service

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He hands her a worthless hunk of rock as a fief-and right next door was his secret lab headquarters.

The intel file ended with a list of personnel. Black market informants only managed to snap a side profile of one researcher, but they confirmed his identity through skeletal structure matching.

“Harold Dodge,” Cheiron murmured the name, his voice barely above a whisper.

Margaret turned to look at him. Cheiron’s jaw was set tight, and dangerous, roiling emotion flickered in his gray eyes.

“Who is he?” she asked.

“Former head of the Academy of Sciences toxicology division.” Cheiron stood up straight, but his eyes never left the photo on the screen. “Six years ago, the Academy fired him over an unauthorized experiment.”

Margaret swiveled her chair around to face him.

Cheiron continued, “Harold’s a lunatic. He was obsessed with insectoid venom-thought if you purified the neurotoxins, you could unlock a male’s spiritual power potential. Even break through rank ceilings.

“To test his theory, he kidnapped over thirty C-class and D-class males off the streets. He locked them in a basement and ran live experiments on them.

“By the time we found them, those males weren’t beastmen anymore. The venom had destroyed their central nervous systems. They turned into mindless monsters-all they did was bite and eat, Harold still called them successful test subjects.”

Cheiron paused, frowning. “I led the raid on his lab myself. Got him locked up in the Security Bureau’s maximum security prison. Life sentence, no parole.”

A mad scientist who was supposed to rot in a maximum security prison for the rest of his life-and now he’s working out of Greven’s secret base?

What the hell is Greven planning?

The last few lines of the chip’s data were short and grim.

The black market team investigating the lab sent this list through-then went completely dark. All that was left at the scene was melted wreckage from high-energy weapons.

Tyrone added a note, “Too deep. Extreme danger. File sealed.”

Cheiron tapped his fingers twice against the desk, absentmindedly.

“What could Greven possibly be researching that needs someone like Harold?” Cheiron muttered to himself, then turned to Margaret. “You’re in a really bad spot here. This palace invitation? It’s not just about winning you over to his side.”

“When am I ever safe?” Margaret leaned back in her chair, her tone surprisingly light. “But at least now we know who the enemy is. Better than getting stabbed in the back by someone we can’t see. Tyrone and

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Quentin? Their intel network’s insane. They dug up dirt on the royal family that no one else could get their hands on. They’re way higher up in the black market than they let on.”

Margaret stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the swing sway gently in the wind outside. “Instead of sitting around waiting for him to make the first move? We go on the offensive, That palace dinner in three days? Perfect chance to size Prince Greven up in person.”

Cheiron watched her.

Sunlight streamed through the glass and wrapped around her. She wasn’t the meek, obedient C-class. female from the old files anymore. She wasn’t the guarded, prickly stranger he’d first met, either.

She stood tall, and all her ambition

tion and

and sharpness were out in the open-no more hiding.

Cheiron huffed a quiet laugh, then walked over to her with long strides and stopped right in front of her. He didn’t step into her light, didn’t block her sun. He stood right in the shadow she cast.

He bowed his head and lifted her right hand, his movement easy and graceful.

Margaret didn’t pull away.

Cheiron leaned down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. It was just a standard hand kiss, formal and polite-but the way he looked up at her as he did it felt warmer, softer, like something

more.

“At your service,” Cheiron murmured. “My precious wife.”

The warmth of his lips faded fast. Cheiron straightened up right away, stepped back half a step, and slipped right back into his usual reserved, restrained demeanor.

But Margaret could feel the skin where he’d kissed her heating up, fast and out of her control.

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