Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 Mosquito Bites

Chapter 223 Mosquito Bites

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“It’s not that he doesn’t want to cry.” Timothy was uncharacteristically serious. “He doesn’t dare.”

Tyrone glanced at him, surprised.

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Timothy shrugged, his blue eyes holding little warmth. “I was the same. My mother made me sit in on board meetings when I was eight. A room full of old sharks staring at you. If you so much as flinch, the company’s stock drops the next day.”

He paused and shifted tone. “Of course, I’m better-looking than him.”

Margaret smacked the back of his head.

Timothy clutched his head and ducked his shoulders with exaggerated injury, but instead of pulling away he leaned closer into her.

Margaret reached the top of the stairs and was about to head down when her Holo-bracelet buzzed. It was Baar.

She tapped it open, and his holographic form flickered into view. He was in his black Federation uniform, collar fastened with military precision, the fleet command center sprawling behind him.

“I saw the Cabinet’s movements,” Baar spoke fast, no preamble. “The Third Fleet is shifting. They’ve moved two cruisers to Prime Planet’s outer perimeter.”

“Intimidation.” Margaret leaned against the stair railing, unhurried. “They won’t actually fire. Lesley isn’t dead yet. Whoever pulls the trigger first is a rebel.”

“I’m not worried about them firing.” Baar’s brow was tight, his gold slit-pupiled eyes boring into her through the screen. “I’m worried about assassination. Do you have enough security on you?”

“Tyrone and Quentin are here.”

Baar went quiet for two full seconds.

“Black market people.” His tone was hard to read-somewhere between assessment and skepticism. “You trust them?”

Margaret said, “You’ll see if they’re trustworthy once you put them to work.”

Baar studied her, his mouth opening slightly as if to say something, then closing. His gaze drifted downward half an inch. “What’s that on your neck?”

Margaret’s hand moved to her collar on reflex. The trench coat hung loose in the house. The marks above her collarbone were completely exposed. Under the holographic projection’s high-definition feed, even the outline of teeth was clearly visible.

Baar’s face went dark.

“Mosquito bites,” Margaret said without blinking,

The corner of Baar’s mouth twitched. “Those mosquitoes of yours… His voice dropped, like he was

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grinding his teeth. “Pretty big mouths.”

“Mm. Vicious ones.” Margaret delivered the nonsense with a straight face..

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A long silence filled the channel. In the background of the command center, an officer could be heard relaying data. Baar ignored it entirely.

He stared at Margaret’s collar and finally spoke, “I’ll wrap things up here and come home. Soon.”

The channel cut, Margaret tucked her Holo-bracelet away and headed downstairs.

The kitchen was already alive with activity. Timothy had the housekeeper lay out a full table-meat and vegetables in balance, with two lighter dishes added that were clearly meant for Norman.

Timothy said nothing, but he’d already neatly arranged everything within his reach with his small hands.

Margaret sat down, and Norman took the seat to her right. The chair was too tall for him, so Timothy grabbed a cushion and wedged it underneath, bringing Norman’s line of sight level with the tabletop.

Tyrone and Quentin sat across from them.

Tyrone speared a piece of meat with his fork and tossed it into his mouth. “Ms. Greene, what do you think –will the Cabinet dare make a desperate power grab?”

“A power grab? Depends on whether they’ve got the guts.” Margaret took a soup bowl and ladled half a serving into it, sliding it toward Norman. “Lesley’s still alive, and the will is under maximum encryption. If they want to overturn this, they’ve got two options. Tamper with the will, or make sure something happens to Prince Norman.”

“The first is impossible.” Cheiron’s voice came from the dining room doorway.

He’d changed out of his white coat and into a dark gray lounge shirt. His hair was damp, a few droplets trailing down the ends and catching on his collar. Freshly showered.

He walked to the table and pulled out the chair to Margaret’s left, ending up on the opposite side from Norman. “Imperial maximum encryption is biologically keyed to Lesley. No one can break it unless she personally revokes it. The cabinet members are many things, but they’re not stupid enough to waste time on that.” His tone was even, every point of his logic laid out sharp and clear,

“Which makes the second one the key.” Tyrone pointed his fork at Norman, who was eating quietly. “Keeping this little speck safe.”

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