Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 That Completely Frozen Face

Chapter 22 That Completely Frozen Face

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Margaret frowned. “Kiran? I didn’t see that coming. I thought he was the only decent one out of the three”

“Host,” Primo said in her mind, “you really don’t need to worry so much about the book’s plot. You’re here now. You have complete free will, and you have me. You are the main character to you and me. The plot can’t mess with us.”

Margaret couldn’t help but smile at that. But that smile looked out of place to Phoebe. It stung.

What does she mean by that? A C-class loser like her-she dares to doubt me? Laugh at me?

Phoebe’s eyes darkened for a split second. She was about to speak when a door opened behind her.

All three of them turned at the same time.

Cheiron stood in the doorway. He had changed into loungewear-dark gray, more casual than his shirt. but still annoyingly good-looking. His pale gray eyes swept lazily over the three people at his door, his gaze calm.

Phoebe’s eyes lit up instantly. She took half a step forward without thinking. Her lips parted slightly, like she was about to say something-maybe a greeting, maybe small talk.

But Cheiron’s gaze skipped right over her and landed on Margaret.

“You’re here,” he said in a flat tone. “Why didn’t you come in?”

The air seemed to freeze.

Phoebe’s smile locked in place. Her lips were still slightly parted, but no sound came out.

Livia’s mouth fell open. She stood there, frozen, her eyes so wide they looked like they might pop out. She looked at Cheiron, then at Margaret-like she was watching some unbelievable fantasy movie.

Margaret held up her suitcase, her tone as lazy as ever, with a faint trace of a smile. “Ran into two friendly locals. Had a little chat.”

Cheiron’s gaze swept over Phoebe and Livia again—but it was light and quick. Then his eyes came back to Margaret. “Come in.”

Margaret picked up her suitcase and walked past the two women. She didn’t rush. In fact, when she passed Phoebe, she paused for a second and looked at that completely frozen face.

Then she walked past Cheiron and through the door.

Cheiron didn’t even glance at Phoebe again. He just turned and gently closed the door.

As the door clicked shut. Phoebe stood there without moving. Her lips trembled slightly. Her fingernails dug into her palms.

Livia opened her mouth. Her voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of her throat. “She… she’s

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