Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 233

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Victor opened his mouth, hesitated, but Margaret’s expression was utterly unyielding. In the end, he could only bow and take his leave.

Norman came ruming back and wrapped both armis around Margaret’s leg, tilting her face up. “Margaret. what’s a piece of scrap metal?”

Margaret bent down and scooped her up, giving her cheek a gentle pinch. “A very heavy iron hoop that makes your hair fall out if you wear it too long. If you don’t like it, we’ll get you something lighter later.”

Norman nodded, perfectly serious. “Okay. Whatever you say.”

Cheiron stood with his glass in hand, watching the two of them. The quiet warmth in his gray eyes softened the cool lines of his face.

“What’s your plan?” he asked. “The cabinet vault is heavily guarded. If you storm it, you’ll be handing Darien exactly what he wants. The moment you send the Aegis Squad to break down the Cabinet’s doors, he’ll move to impeach you.”

“Who said anything about storming in?” Margaret carried Norman toward the door. “I’m a civilized

person

In her head, Primo’s voice popped up. “Host! The System Mall carries Phase-Through Charms! Only five hundred points-you can’t go wrong! Want me to grab one?”

“No.” Margaret shot the response back silently. “I have family who can handle this for free. Why would I waste points? I’m still drowning in debt as it is.”

Primo sulked and vanished.

Margaret freed one hand and tapped her Holo-bracelet, pulling up Quentin’s comm channel.

His holographic form flickered into view-white hair, crimson eyes, standing against the lone tree in the villa’s back garden, a dagger balanced in his fingers.

“What do you need?”

“The Empire’s Thorn Crown. Ever seen it?” Margaret asked.

Quentin thought for half a second and nodded. The black market had schematics of everything. He’d long since memorized every file on the Empire’s national treasures.

“It’s in the cabinet building. Prince Darien’s holding it hostage.” Margaret leaned back in her chair, her tone as casual as if she were asking someone to pick up takeout. “The coronation’s in three days. I need it. Go grab it.”

Cheiron’s eyebrow lifted slightly at her words.

Grab it? From the cabinet vault?

Quentin didn’t so much as twitch. The dagger spun once around his fingers and vanished back into his sleeve. “Location.”

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Cheiron pulled up a data file from the side. “Most likely the central vault, third basement level of the cabinet building. Keycode locks, biometric verification, thermal infrared netting, pressure-sensitive flooring-

“Gor it,” Quentin cut him off, his crimson eyes utterly still. “When do you need it?”

“The sooner, the better,” Margaret smiled.

“Half an hour.” Quentin killed the connection.

Darien stood outside the reinforced alloy blast doors on underground level three of the cabinet building, watching Harold bark orders at the Guards Battalion soldiers, Sentries were posted every few paces, checkpoints set up at every turn. Even the ventilation shafts had been fitted with laser grids.

The corridor was packed with armed men in full combat gear, the air going stale with the crush of bodies.

“Your Highness, security is now at maximum level.” Craig made his way over, leaning on his cane. “Even if that Aegis Squad tries to force their way in, they won’t breach this door in half a day. And the moment they make a move, all of Starnet will see the Imperial Regent launching an armed assault on the Cabinet. She’ll lose both public support and the nobility at a single stroke.”

Darien straightened his tie and let out a cold laugh. “Margaret’s arrogance is staggering. She genuinely believes Lesley’s will gives her free rein. Without the crown, Norman’s ascension is a joke. The nobility will never recognize an emperor who can’t even produce a proper coronation.”

“She’ll have no choice but to come begging,” Craig agreed.

“Begging?” Darien’s eyes narrowed, his face dripping with contempt. “I want her to surrender guardianship of Norman and get out of Prime Planet. A slip of a girl with no name-what exactly does she think she has to use against me?”

The lights overhead flickered.

Craig frowned. “What’s going on?”

A supervisor hurried over. “Backup power test. Normal fluctuation. The main grid had a minor hiccup. It’s been resolved. Everything’s secure.”

Darien dismissed it and turned toward the elevator. “Come. We’ll open a bottle in my office and wait while Her Grace the Regent learns her place.”

In the side hall of the Imperial Compound, Margaret sank deeper into the velvet sofa and let out a long

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