Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171 Typical Rich Kid Move

Cheiron adjusted his glasses, his expression or hanging

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“This is a shared space,” he said, his voice Hat and even Commander Iverson, if you don’t even know that In rute. 14 suggest you go bark to the military antemy for a refresher cours

“No what if its common area Baur scuffed Tm holding my own wife, is that against the band

“Nia. Its not” Cheiron said, drogging his arms and stepping away from the railing It’s just tacky. It’s nude to the people around you’

With that, he turned and walked back to his room. The door clicked shut softly, but both people downstairs heard it clearly

The living room fell quet again

Margaret sat on the couch, straightening her rumpled clothes. Her heart was will racing

For a split second after spotong Cheiron, she’d acally felt a twinge of guilt. Then she blinked-what did she even have to feel guilty about?

Baar was her mat bed busband, same as Cheiron. Making out with her legal husband in her own living rom? There was nothing wrong with that

She looked over at Baar. He was leaning against the couch arm, playing with the little black make, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

“You did that on purpose, Margaret said, realization hitting her.

With Bear’s 555-class senses, there was no way he hadn’t noticed Cheiron up on the second floor the whole de

He’d pinned her to the couch and kissed her right there where Cheiron could see.

Haar didn’t deny it. He pulled the liule black snake back to his spiritual realm, then reached over and pinched Margaret’s cheek. “I need him to get real. Stop walking around all high and mighty, plotting behind everyone’s back”

Margaret swatted his hand away. “You’re so childish.”

“It works. That’s all that matters,” Baar said, standing up. He grabbed his military coat off the floor and sling it over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go shower. Been up and working for a full day and night”

He headed for the stairs, then stopped after a few steps and looked back at her.

“About playing both sides?” He tilted his chin up. “I don’t have a problem with it-But remember this-no matter how many people you string along. I’m the top one.”

Margaret didn’t say anything She just watched him walk up the stairs.

“Whoa, tond love triangle, Cheiron’s probably gonna go cry into his pillow now” Primo’s theeky voice piped up in her head.

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Chapter 171 Typical Rich Kid Move

The next morning, the vibe at the breakfast table was surprisingly calm.

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Baar had headed back to military headquarters bright and early, and Tyrone and Quentin were nowhere to be seen. Only Cheiron and Timothy sat across from Margaret.

“I’m off today,” Cheiron said, pushing a plate of sliced fried eggs over to Margaret. He picked up her empty glass and poured her a cup of warm milk. “I’ll take you to pick out a gown. The royal family’s dinner is the day after tomorrow-we need to get you ready.”

Margaret took a bite of the egg. It was cooked perfectly-crispy around the edges, soft and tender in the middle. She nodded in agreement.

“My Lady, it’s total chaos out there,” Timothy pouted, his voice clingy. “If you need a gown, why don’t I have Hurst Group’s head tailor bring the new collection lookbooks over? Custom-fitted—way better than anything off the rack.”

Margaret shook her head. “I’ve been cooped up in the house for days. If I don’t go out and walk around soon. I’m gonna die of boredom. Go to your meeting. Stop getting in my way.”

Timothy had a super important cross-galaxy video conference that day-he couldn’t skip it no matter what. When he realized he couldn’t talk her out of it, he caved. He looked down and tapped quickly at his Holo-bracelet.

“Fine,” he said, looking up. His blue eyes were bright and eager. “That store you’re going to? It’s owned by the Hurst Group. I already talked to the manager. If you see something you like, just take it. Don’t even look at the price tag. If you want to clear out the whole store, it’s on me.”

Typical rich kid move, throwing money around like it is nothing.

Margaret ruffled his golden hair half-heartedly. “Got it, Lord Hurst.”

She finished her breakfast in a few quick bites, then turned and headed upstairs to change.

An hour later, their hovercar pulled up in the busiest shopping district on Prime Planet.

The store was understated but unbelievably luxurious, having no flashy sign-just a muted gold Hurst Group logo above the door. Anyone who knew luxury would recognize it instantly as the top high-end brand in the galaxy,

The store manager was already waiting by the entrance. He stepped forward to greet them personally, bowing so deeply he was practically folded in half, his manner utterly deferential.

They were short on time-custom ordering was out of the question. They’d have to pick from ready-to- wear pieces.

Fitting was super efficient in the Interstellar Era. Margaret stood in front of a holographic fitting mirror. After a quick scan of her body measurements, all kinds of couture gowns appeared on her as holographic projections. Even the fabric texture and sheen looked completely real.

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