Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Timothy’s Mother

Chapter 211 Timothy’s Mother

Quentin rose, his crimson eyes sharp with vigilance.

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The magnetic fields on this barren planet were chaotic. Anyone reckless enough to punch through the atmosphere without a deceleration sequence was either a cornered lunatic like them, or someone with deep enough pockets to write off hull damage.

“Hostile or friendly-unknown.” Quentin shifted, placing himself between Margaret and the entrance.

“We’ll see for ourselves.” Margaret dusted off her pants, slid her gun into the thigh holster, and headed for the exit.

The three of them climbed out of the mine shaft, pushing against the wind and sand..

Overhead, the thick cloud layer that had shrouded the sky in permanent blood-red haze was being torn apart by a violent surge of energy.

A massive starship slammed toward the desert floor, engines roaring, kicking up a wall of dust that forced all three of them to shield their faces.

When the sand settled enough for Margaret to get a clear look, she took in the full picture.

This was no standard rescue vessel, The hull was armored with top-grade compression alloy, its surface gleaming with an expensive luster even in the dim light. The outer defense coating alone was a military- restricted material.

More striking was the insignia emblazoned across the ship’s flank-a cloud wreathed in an orbital ring.

“The Hurst Group’s private flagship.” Tyrone let out a whistle, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Timothy moves fast.”

The hatch lowered with a hydraulic hiss. But the figure who stepped out wasn’t the golden-haired, blue- eyed young man who followed Margaret around calling her “My Lady.”

Two columns of fully armed mercenaries in Hurst Group elite security gear marched down the ramp first. Their movements were crisp and synchronized, securing every high point in under ten seconds-a display grand enough to put the royal family to shame.

Then came the sharp, rhythmic click of heels on metal-unhurried, precise.

A woman appeared at the hatch. She wore a tailored dark-silver coat over a black suit, her golden hair pinned back in immaculate restraint. Oversized sunglasses covered her eyes.

She descended the ramp, pulled the glasses off, and handed them to the aide behind her, revealing a pair of piercing, brilliant blue eyes.

Even standing on a barren desert planet, the weight of authority that rolled off her was undeniable. She was a natural-born force of control-even the wind and sand seemed to still around her.

Margaret studied the golden-haired, blue-eyed woman and raised an eyebrow. She didn’t need to guess who this was.

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Chapter 211 Timothy’s Mother

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That bright shock of gold hair, those startling blue eyes, the bone-deep arrogance of someone who had more money than the rest of the galaxy put together.

Eileen’s gaze swept over Tyrone and Quentin with cool appraisal.

Tyrone shrugged. Quentin silently put away his particle blade.

Then Eileen’s eyes found Margaret. The cold, sharp edge of her expression softened with surprising speed. She strode forward, her heels clicking sharply over the barren rock, every step deliberate and commanding, ignoring the two dangerous men entirely.

“There you are. Finally.” Eileen stopped in front of Margaret and gave her a thorough once-over. Satisfied that everything was intact-no missing limbs, no gaping wounds-she let out a breath.

Her icy business facade softened into something warmer, almost maternal. “You must be Margaret. I’m Eileen, Timothy’s mother.”

“Lady Eileen.” Margaret nodded politely.

So this is meeting the family?

“Too formal. Just Eileen.” She waved a hand, utterly unconcerned. “If I hadn’t found you soon, my little maniac back home was about to pour the Hurst Group’s entire liquid capital into the black market. He was this close to buying out the Imperial starport and blowing it up for fireworks.”

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