Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 Poisoned Vines

Cheiron nodded and moved away to make the call.

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Timothy seized the opening, leaning in to rest his chin on Margaret’s shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling her neck. “My Lady, what fun are you all investigating? Let me in on it. The Hurst Group has plenty of business in the Federation. Tracing money trails is my thing.”

“Adult stuff. Kids shouldn’t poke their noses in. ” Margaret pushed his head away.

“Who are you calling a kid! Didn’t you personally verify otherwise?” Timothy protested, puffing out his chest and lowering his voice suggestively.

Margaret nearly choked, swatting him on the back. “Shut up. Go pour Norman some milk.”

Rubbing his shoulder with a pout, Timothy obediently shuffled off to the kitchen.

Tyrone’s Holo-bracelet chimed suddenly.

Tyrone said, fingers flying over a virtual keyboard to project a screen, “Ms. Greene, we’ve got it. Howard’s ship just entered the jump lane at Spaceport Three. Our team hacked the control system and locked the engines.”

The screen displayed a massive silver-gray starship hovering at the spaceport’s periphery.

“His status?” Margaret asked.

“Still aboard. Brought two squads of private security. They’re trying a manual restart now.” A humorless smile touched Tyrone’s lips. “But the mercs he hired are no match for our black-market contractors.”

Margaret stood, grabbing her discarded coat. “Let’s go. Bring Aegis Squad. Time to have a chat with our generous Lord Stanley.”

The wind at the spaceport howled.

Aegis Squad had Howard’s starship surrounded, a tight, impenetrable ring. His private guards were already put down, weapons not even drawn, thoroughly subdued.

Margaret ascended the boarding ramp at a leisurely pace.

Howard was slumped beside a large metal cargo container, sweat beading on his forehead, his glasses lying broken on the floor. Seeing Margaret enter, he shuddered, struggling to his feet.

“Your Grace…” His voice trembled, a last-ditch effort at dignity, “What is the meaning of this? Detaining an Imperial Minister’s private vessel without cause… even as Regent, you overstep!”

Ignoring him, Margaret walked to the container and rapped her knuckles against its metal shell.

“Overstep?” She tilted her head. “Lord Stanley, packing for a little vacation? The fringe galaxies have lovely views, but the sandstorms are harsh. Think your old bones can handle it?”

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Chapter 252 Poisoned Vines

“I-I was merely relocating some personal artifacts…

“Personal artifacts.” Margaret nodded and stepped back. “Tyrone. Open it.”

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Tyrone stepped forward. Bypassing any tools, he gripped the container’s hydraulic lock with one hand. With a sharp twist of his wrist and a surge of force, the alloy latch snapped with a loud crack.

The metal door slid open, releasing a wave of chilled air.

No gold, jewels, or ancient scrolls filled the hold. Instead, a row of cryostasis pods stood in perfect lines. Through the observation windows, the contents suspended in preservative fluid were clearly visible.

Thick, rope-like vines. A sickly, pale green, covered in sharp barbs. Even in stasis, the thorns seemed subtly poised

Margaret’s expression turned to ice.

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