Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 All I Have Is Money

Chapter 215 All I Have Is Money

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The hovercar pulled up in front of the villa. Margaret pushed the door open and stepped out.

Under the night sky, the familiar house looked different. The original electronic gate had been replaced with a more advanced defense system, infrared scanners blinking faintly in the dark. Along the outer wall, tattered remnants of Imperial Seizure orders still clung to it-white strips shredded to pieces, the Imperial crest barely visible where they’d been torn.

Tyrone stepped forward and ran his fingers over the marks, rubbing the sticky residue between his thumb and index finger. “Well, the Empire works fast. They even tried to raid your home. That’s lower than anything we’d ever pull off in the black market.”

“Let’s go inside.” Margaret pushed the main door open.

The courtyard lights were all on. Beyond the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, a figure stood silhouetted against the glow.

Golden hair, slightly disheveled. A loose white shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. He turned at the sound of the door.

It was Timothy.

He looked even worse in person than he had on the holographic feed-worn thin and hollow-eyed from days without sleep. His clothes, usually immaculate, were rumpled beyond saving.

But the moment his eyes found Margaret, those blue irises blazed to life.

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even glance at Tyrone or Quentin behind her. He crossed the distance in three long strides and pulled Margaret into his arms, crushing her against his chest. She could feel the strength of it deep in her bones.

She didn’t pull away. She let him hold on.

Timothy buried his face into the curve of her neck, his breathing rough and ragged. “My Lady.” His voice was wrecked, barely a rasp.

“I’m back.” Margaret lifted her hand and patted him twice on the back,

Tyrone stood off to the side, rubbed his nose, and turned to Quentin. “Should we give them the room?”-

Quentin ignored him entirely and walked past the two of them, heading straight for the stairs to the second floor. Tyrone shrugged and followed.

The space emptied until only the two of them remained,

Timothy held her for a long time before he finally loosened his grip and stepped back. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, and only then did he let out a long, unsteady breath.

“They came here?” Margaret gestured at the remnants of the seizure notice outside.

Timothy let out a cold, sharp exhale. His eyes hardened with something far too ruthless for his age. “Those Empire garbage. While you were missing, they used the excuse of suspected treason to send a seizure

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Chapter 215 All I Have Is Money

squad to seal off the house. They wanted to force you out of hiding.”

“And then?”

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I bought it.” He pulled her toward the sofa and sat down, his tone utterly unapologetic. “The permanent deed to this house, plus every piece of land within ten kilometers. Private property of the Hurst Group- the Empire has no jurisdiction. Anyone who tries to force their way in, my security team opens fire.”

“That must have cost a fortune,” Margaret said.

“Not much. Came out of my personal accounts.” He leaned back against the sofa, refusing to let go of her hand. His fingers laced tightly through hers. “They wanted to erase every trace of you. Not a chance.

Margaret looked down at their interlocked hands.

His palm was warm, a thin layer of sweat clinging to the skin.

He’d spent these past days maneuvering through Prime Planet under crushing pressure while carrying the terror of not knowing whether she was alive or dead. A nineteen-year-old boy had borne all of it on his shoulders. He’d never just been the pampered young heir who followed her around calling her “My Lady.”

“Timothy.”

“Mm?”

“You didn’t have to do all this.” Margaret met his eyes. “It’s just a house. If it’s gone, we buy another.”

“No.” He shook his head, stubborn, his blue eyes blazing with something immovable. “This is your home. No one touches the places you’ve lived. I wouldn’t let them lay a finger on a single blade of grass.”

He paused, his voice dropping, edged with something raw. “My Lady, do you have any idea how terrified I was? That the black market wouldn’t find you. That Baar would shell the fringe galaxies to dust. That my mother would get there too late…

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her shoulder. “All I have is money. I don’t have Baar’s fleet, or Cheiron’s position. All I can do is throw money at the problem. I was so afraid it wouldn’t be enough. That I couldn’t buy you back.”

Margaret’s chest tightened. She’d seen Timothy preen and strut about. She’d seen him pout and whine and cling. But she’d never seen him like this-stripped bare, all his insecurities laid bare.

“You did well.” She lifted her other hand and ran her fingers through his golden hair. The strands were soft. sliding like silk against her palm.

Timothy leaned into her touch, nuzzling against her hand with every ounce of need he had.

“Timothy,” She said his name quietly.

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