Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196 Back In Control Of Her Own Mood

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Chapter 196 Back In Control Of Her Own Mood

“So how’re you gonna do that, then?” she smiled,

I’m not good with words. And you wouling

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I’m not good with words, And you wouldn’t buy it anyway.” Quentin tilted his head slightly. “You’re not the kind of female who falls for empty sweet talk.”

“You’re way more straightforward than Tyrone,” Margaret remarked.

“He overthinks everything. Wears him out,” Quentin said flatly, as if he was stating a plain fact. “I don’t like beating around the bush.”

The white-haired, red-eyed young man sat straight on the stone steps, his posture upright and firm.

He didn’t have Timothy’s clingy, eager-to-please energy, or Cheiron’s careful, calculated every move, or Baar’s arrogant, high-and-mighty attitude.

He was blunt to a fault-no questions asked, no terms negotiated, and probably no backup plan, either.

“What if I wanted the entire black market intel network?” Margaret asked half-jokingly.

“That’s his.” Quentin jerked his chin toward the direction of the courtyard. “If you want it, take it yourself. I’ll hold him down for you.”

Margaret buffed a laugh, unable to hold it back.

Those two have one hell of a brotherly bond, that is for sure. Selling out his own brother’s whole operation without even a second of hesitation.

“Come on.” She took a step forward, a real, genuine smile finally tugging at her lips. “Tyrone told me to go spend his money. Might as well make it count-it’s the least I can do after he sacrificed his afternoon tó keep Cheiron busy.”

Quentin followed, still keeping half a step behind her.

At the end of the market was a shop that specialized in rare raw stones and exotic herbs from the fringe galaxies. It looked small from the outside, but it stretched three floors underground, every level packed with odd, hard-to-find goods.

Margaret wandered inside with no real plan. Quentin stuck right by her side, dutifully playing the part of walking wallet and bodyguard.

When Margaret’s gaze lingered on a high-grade healing spirit plant, said to repair spiritual power and ease frenzy in SSS-class males, he swiped his card without a word.

They walked past some overpriced raw stone mystery boxes. Each cost 200,000 credits, supposedly to stabilize spiritual power.

Margaret said, “These look kind of interesting”

He paid without blinking, “I’ll take all of them.”

The shop owner’s eyes practically bugged out of his head.

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Chapter 196 Back In Control Of Her Own Mood

“Host! That blue stone is so pretty,” Primo popped up out of nowhere.

“”You’re awake again?” Margaret said.

Primo murmured, “I wasn’t asleep… I just wasn’t talking… then I heard you were shopping…”

Margaret rolled her eyes internally.

So it hasn’t been resting at all—it has been eavesdropping this whole time.

But she didn’t tell it to go back to resting, either.

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She said. “That blue one isn’t a raw stone. It’s a spirit crystal-core material for making spiritual power stabilizers.”

Primo sighed, “Oh… Can you wear it as jewelry? It’s such a pretty blue. I wish I had hands. I’d wear it on my “wrist.”

Margaret went quiet for a second.

“I’ll take this blue one, too,” she told the shop owner,

Quentin swiped the card without hesitation-Tyrone’s card, obviously.

They even ended up donating a huge sum to the foreign orphanage right next door. It took in kids who’d lost their parents in the war.

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The director was an elderly one-armed female. When she saw the donation amount, her eyes welled up. She grabbed Quentin’s hand and thanked him over and over.

Quentin froze the second her hand wrapped around his. A tiny, almost invisible emotion showed in his blank expression-he clearly wasn’t used to being thanked, or to close contact like this. But he didn’t pull his hand away.

Margaret’s mood lifted little by little. Hanging out with Quentin was easy-no second-guessing, no walls

He could go a whole day without saying a word if she didn’t speak first, but his presence never felt cold or distant

He quietly stood between her and every messy, annoying thing in the world.

i was fully dark

By the time they got back to the courtyard, it was fully dark. The purple sky had deepened to an inky blue.

Tyrone and Cheiron were still sitting at the stone table, Piles of scattered papers and data pads lay in front of them, and the air was tight. Judging by the tense vibe between them, their afternoon “collaboration” hadn’t gone smoothly at all.

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