Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192 You Go All In

Chapter 192 You Go All In

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Baar leaned against the window of the safe house, staring at the hologram projected from his Holo- bracelet. It was the Imperial Household’s internal communications that Timothy had just intercepted. His hair fell loose over his forehead as he scanned the encrypted files, his face totally blank.

“They’re putting out a level three warrant.” Timothy sat on the couch, his fingers flying across three separate Holo-bracelet screens at once. “The announcement’s already written. Just needs the royal seal. The wording’s really cute-says Margaret’s mentally unhinged, manipulated by underground forces, and brutally murdered the rightful royal heir, Greven.”

Baar huffed a laugh at that, “Mentally unhinged? Her? Lesley would lose it before Margaret ever does.”

Timothy didn’t reply. His fingers tapped rapidly, pulling up a brand new distribution plan in seconds.

“Going through the courts is a dead end,” Timothy said matter-of-factly, like he’d seen this coming from a mile away. “The Empire’s entire justice system is run by royal loyalists, top to bottom. I could pile evidence up to the ceiling, and the judge still wouldn’t call a single hearing. They won’t even issue a

summons.”

He paused, squinting slightly. “That’s why we’re fighting this in the court of public opinion. Dump all the evidence straight onto Starnet, let every regular person across the galaxy see it, and make up their own minds. Won’t the courts hear the case? Fine. Public opinion’s a court that runs 24/7, no appeals, no delays.”

Baar glanced over at him. “Stuff you post hits number one in the morning, and it’s gone by afternoon. The Empire’s Information Regulation Bureau doesn’t mess around.”

“I know” Timothy grinned, his fingers never slowing down. “That’s why I switched up the playbook.”

He turned one of the holo-screens toward Baar. It was packed full of data-thousands of accounts, platform nodes, and a tight timeline for every post.

Then he explained, “The Information Regulation Bureau takes Il to 14 minutes to take down a batch of content. That window’s more than enough time for a trending post to get a million shares. They take down the first wave? I’ve got the second one ready to go. Second wave gone? Third’s already on its way. New accounts, new platforms, new keywords-hell, even new languages.”

Timothy’s smile faded a little, replaced by the sharp, calculating look of a businessman.

He continued, “Every round of posts costs money-buying accounts, buying traffic, buying trending spots. The Bureau’s not stupid, either. They started tracing the money flow pretty quickly, so every single payment has to get laundered three times before we use it. Costs add up fast.”

Baar caught the unspoken question, “How bad?”

“Three days in, we’ve burned through seven percent of the Hurst Group’s total annual net profit,” “Timothy said, as if it were nothing. “And that’s just the first three days. The core evidence drops later-way more sensitive, way harder to push out. Prices double for that stuff.”

He tilted his chin up, his hair falling over his brow. “Conservative estimate? By the time this PR war’s over. we’ll have eaten through almost two full years of the Hurst Group’s profits.”

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Chapter 192 You Go All In

The room went quiet for a few seconds,

Baar leaned against the window frame, his gaze heavy as he stared at Timothy.

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Timothy was nineteen, the only son of the galaxy’s richest family. He’d grown up with everything, born straight into the Hurst Group’s legacy. Guys like him were supposed to be the most calculating, the first to cut their losses when things went south.

Businessmen didn’t make losing bets.

But this nineteen-year-old kid was pouring his family’s entire corporate fortune into a PR war for a wordan—with no guaranteed victory. And he spoke of those staggering sums as if they meant nothing at

all.

“What does Eileen think about all this?” Baar asked.

That was the real question.

Timothy was the heir to the Hurst Group, sure-but Eileen was the one actually running the show. The title of galaxy’s richest person wasn’t just for show. Eileen had dominated the business world for forty years, sharp as a tack and ruthless when she needed to be. Even the crooked old brass at the Federal Military stayed out of her way.

There was no way she’d just sit back and let her son burn through the family fortune.

Timothy’s fingers stilled.

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