Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 254

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The oppressive pressure of an SSS-class power began to leak out, but with Margaret silent, they strained to

contain it.

Margaret gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to flip the table and shout the truth.

I’m from Earth, you bastard! That “savage” planet is my home!

She forced the impulse down.

Darien was watching. Revealing her and the brothers’ Earth origins here would lead straight back to Terminus Planet. It wasn’t time yet.

Suppressing her emotions only intensified the cold fury in her eyes.

“You think I want your dirty money or your loyalty?” Margaret’s laugh was icy.

She turned her head slightly. “Quentin. Do it.”

Quentin moved in a blur. No flourish, no wasted motion. The obsidian blade flashed, cleanly slicing Claude’s throat.

Blood sprayed across the marble floor.

Clutching his neck, Claude collapsed, eyes wide with shock. A few spasms, and he fell still.

A profound silence gripped the chamber.

Vincent fainted on the spot, a dark stain spreading on his trousers. Howard seemed to forget how to breathe.

“Y-You dare commit murder in the Cabinet!” Darien stammered, pointing a trembling finger at Quentin.

“And what of it? He acts on my authority.” Margaret rose, placing her hands on the table and sweeping a glacial gaze over the assembled nobles.

“Let this be a warning,” Her voice was flat and final. “Whatever shady deals you had going, they end now. Use imperial resources for personal gain or commit atrocities, and you’ll join them.”

Straightening up, she clapped her hands once.

“Quentin. Clean up the other two.”

The blade moved too fast to see.

No glint of light, just a whisper of air before Vincent’s throat opened. Howard died before a sound could escape him, the blade piercing his heart.

Three bodies lay on the Cabinet’s opulent carpet, the metallic scent of blood rapidly permeating the air.

Not a soul made a sound.

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The normally loquacious nobles shrank in their chairs, scarcely daring to breathe. Darien slumped into a seat beside the head of the table, face ashen, lips trembling.

Margaret stood still, her eyes on the spreading crimson. Although she was outwardly composed, the fire inside still raged.

Quentin stood by the corpses, dark blood dripping from his blade. The murderous intent in his red eyes hadn’t diminished; it burned hotter, his oppressive aura making nearby officials gasp and sway.

Tyrone pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to Quentin. His green eyes held no warmth.

Margaret closed her eyes briefly, forcing the turbulent emotions down..

Not yet… The time isn’t right to lay all my cards on the table.

“Clean this up. We’ll discuss filling the vacant positions tomorrow. Meeting adjourned,” she said coldly to Darien.

Without another word, she turned and left the chamber.

The hovercar glided smoothly into the skyline. Inside, the atmosphere was stifling. Tyrone and Quentin sat in the back, silently staring out the window.

“Their lives weren’t even interest on what was owed. The rot in that nobility goes to the bone. The reckoning is far from over,” Margaret said, glancing back,

They remained quiet.

“Making an example of them served its purpose. But with three core Cabinet seats empty, especially the Minister of Finance, Darien will push his own people in. He’ll muddy the waters further,” Cheiron interjected, his tone measured.

Margaret knew that all too well.

But fresh into this mess, aside from her small circle, she had no reliable political allies within the Empire.

“Cheiron, do you have anyone who could step up?” she asked.

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