Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 I’ll Come With You

He pulled out the chair beside her and sat down, a paper briefing in his hand.

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Timothy dropped the second batch of evidence,” Cheiron said, flipping a page. His voice was calm and even. “The Empire Information Regulation Bureau can’t ban accounts fast enough to keep up with their

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Margaret didn’t reply. She picked up the hot milk and took a sip.

Cheiron turned his head, his gaze lingering for a beat on the dark circles under her eyes. “You didn’t sleep well?”

“It’s fine.” Margaret leaned back in her chair, not bothering to explain.

What was she supposed to say? That her bound system was glitching, that it might not just be lines of code but some unknown entity? That no one in the entire galaxy could give her answers?

She couldn’t say any of it. And even if she did, it wouldn’t change a thing.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Tyrone walked in first, twirling a folding knife between his fingers. The blade glinted once under the purple sky as his fingers flipped it effortlessly. Quentin followed half a step behind, with white hair and red eyes, his whole aura cold and unapproachable.

“Ms. Greene.” “Tyrone’s green eyes flicked between the two of them, picking up on the irritability in

Margaret’s expression right away. “This courtyard’s stuffy. Wanna go for a walk? There’s a market today. It’s pretty lively.”

Margaret hadn’t even opened her mouth when Cheiron closed his briefing first. “Might as well. I’ll come with you.”

Tyrone froze mid-twirl. He snapped the knife back into its sheath with a sharp click.

“Mr. Jewett, you have got enough on your plate. No need to bother with silly little walks like this.” He walked over with a smile and set an encrypted drive down on the stone table. He didn’t set it too hard, just firmly enough to make a sharp, clear clink of metal on stone,

“Just intercepted some internal comms. The old farts at the Academy of Sciences are throwing your uncle under the bus to save themselves. Blaming the live experiment stuff on him.” Tyrone tilted his chin up. grinning at Cheiron. “This one’s all you. Nobody else can handle it.”

Cheiron glanced at the drive but didn’t move.

“Cheap trick. It won’t amount to anything” His voice was steady, but his finger pressed down a little harder on the cover of his briefing.

Margaret set her cup down with a soft thud.

“Go handle it” She looked at Cheiron, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is serious. We can’ afford mistakes on Prime Planet. If your uncle loses his position at the Academy, it’s bad for all of us.”

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Chapter 194 I’ll Come With You

Cheiron stared at the drive for two seconds, then looked back at Margaret.

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He knew Tyrone was doing this on purpose-dropping this intel right now, perfectly timed to ruin his plans of going out with Margaret.

But Margaret is right. I can’t just let my uncle take the fall.

Thanks for the heads-up, Mr. Jackson.” Cheiron’s voice was low and tight.

“Least I can do.” Tyrone grinned, all easy charm. “We’re all on the same side, right? Division of labor. I’ll “Least I can do.” Tyrone grinned, all easy cl stick around and go over the intel with you. Quentin can take Ms. Greene out to relax. Makes perfect

sense.

Cheiron didn’t argue again.

He stood up, walked over to Margaret, and grabbed a thin jacket off the back of her chair. He draped it over her shoulders naturally, his fingers pausing briefly on her shoulder. He seemed to have something to say, but in the end, he only straightened the collar.

“Come back soon. The words were quiet, almost soft.

Margaret pulled the jacket a little tighter around herself, nodded, and stood up to walk out.

Quentin followed without a word, his white hair catching the wind as he went.

Tyrone watched them leave the courtyard, then turned back to meet Cheiron’s cold, composed face. His smile widened.

“Come on, Mr. Jewett.” He sat down at the stone table and slid the drive over to him. “Let’s put in some

overtime.”

Cheiron stared at him for three full seconds, then sat down.

Outside the courtyard, a wide flagstone street stretched out before them.

Quentin walked on Margaret’s right, half a step behind her. It was the perfect guard position-close enough to react to anything sudden, but far enough not to crowd her.

The wooden buildings on either side were old-fashioned and elegant, the same style as Tyrone’s estate.

Every doorway hung glowing crystal lanterns, their warm orange light soft and gentle against the purple sky.

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