Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 180

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Margaret ignored him and turned to Cheiron. “Can you get rapid insectoid infection test kits from the Academy of Sciences?”

“I can.” Cheiron pushed his glasses up, a dangerous glint of calculation in his eyes. “I’ll sneak them in disguised as a spiritual power soothing spray. The second the spray touches a test subject, the insectoid toxin will light up with a super obvious fluorescent reaction right on camera.”

“Good.” Margaret stood up and clapped her hands once. “We’ll play it by ear at the banquet. I’m gonna catch some sleep-we’ve got a tough night ahead.”

Timothy hopped up right after her. “My Lady, let me walk you back. I can give you a shoulder rub to help you relax, you know?”

“No, thanks,” Margaret walked straight up to the second floor without looking back.

The second she closed her bedroom door, Primo piped up inside her head, barely able to contain itself.

Its electronic voice was barely above a whisper, but it trembled with excitement, as if it’d just stumbled on the juiciest gossip ever. “Host. Huge news! Bombshell huge!”

Margaret froze mid-step, her expression turning sharp. “Spit it out.”

Primo said, “Lesley’s sickness isn’t from childbirth complications at all. It’s Greven. He’s been secretly dosing her with slow-acting poison this whole time.”

A sudden realization clicked in Margaret’s head. “He was scared Lesley would have a daughter with insanely high spiritual power back then. If that happened, he’d lose his shot at being heir completely. But… if he could poison her, why not just kill her and be done with it?”

“I don’t know…” Primo faltered for a second. “Based on human emotional logic, maybe… family ties?”

Margaret rolled her eyes hard and let out a cold snort. “Family ties? This scumbag feeds retired officers to insectoids. You really think he cares about family?”

Night fell. The main hall of the palace blazed with light.

Margaret wore her simple, sleek black gown, her long hair pulled up-the silver stud in her left ear hidden under strands of hair. Cheiron wore a sharp all-black suit, his arm bent slightly so she could hold onto it as they walked.

Baar and Timothy were stopped at the entrance. Per royal banquet rules, no attendants outside the official

Per royal banquet rules, n guest list were allowed inside.

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Baar leaned against the hovercar door, staring coldly at the gold-embellished doors while flipping a coin in his hand. Timothy hunched over his Holo-bracelet, tapping rapidly as he pulled up Starnet resources from the Hurst Group.”

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“Stay close” Cheiron murmured, his gray eyes sweeping across the hall.

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Chapter 180 Greven Was Insane

Margaret nodded.

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There were far fewer people in the banquet hall than she’d expected-no loud orchestra, no fancy dance floor packed with glamorous guests.

Aside from a few familiar old-school Empire nobles, everyone else wore matching uniforms-Greven’s trusted aides. She’d even braced herself for a tense run-in with her ex-husband, but Raikes wasn’t there at all.

The vibe was off, cold as a morgue.

Margaret picked up a glass of champagne, her gaze casually sweeping the room. The palace guards all wore dark gray uniforms, their helmets pulled low enough to hide their faces. She counted-there were Twenty-four of them in this hall alone.

There were way too many. A banquet with fewer than forty people didn’t need twenty-four guards.

She kept walking, sat down at her seat, and caught Cheiron noticing the same detail out of the corner of her eye.

Margaret lifted the crystal glass in front of her, pretended to take a sip, and watched the line of guards over the rim.

Their postures were wrong. Normal palace guards stood at strict attention-hands behind their backs, eyes locked forward. But at least seven or eight of these guys were twitching, almost imperceptibly.

Her heart dropped. Greven was insane. He’d dressed those high-risk test subjects up as guards and slipped them right into the security detail.

They weren’t locked up on the third basement level, waiting to be released. They were right out in the open, among all the guests.

Damn it. This is way more extreme than Tyrone’s intel has let on.

Margaret set her glass down without changing expression. Her finger brushed the first button on her collar. The micro holographic recorder was already on, running silently.

“Announcing Prince Greven!”

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