Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 Reclaim What’s Rightfully Yours

Chapter 279 Reclaim What’s Rightfully Yours

Timothy shot a glare. “Get lost!”

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Cheiron, having turned off his Holo-bracelet, spoke up coolly, “There isn’t a formal roster for that particular duty. It’s entirely at… Her Grace’s discretion.”

A delicate tension settled over the living room, several pairs of eyes turning toward Margaret.

“Enough.” Margaret cut them off, rubbing her temples. “My head’s pounding from all the data extraction today. I’m sleeping alone tonight. Anyone who knocks will get a taste of Primo’s stun baton.”

As if summoned, Primo whirred down the staircase. A giant question mark filled its holoscreen: (· _ · ?).

“Host? You called? Who needs stunning? Sion hasn’t installed my stun module yet, but I can provide some physical persuasion”!”

Timothy snatched a cushion from the sofa and hurled it. “Go charge your battery!”

Primo dodged with a screech, its screen switching to a supremely smug, taunting face: (==)<>

“Missed me. Nyah nyah. I’m now a sophisticated life form with a physical body, I don’t stoop to competing for favor with you hormone-driven males.”

With that, it zipped into its dedicated little room and slid the door shut with a clang.

Morning light, filtering through the mist over Emerald Lake, streamed through the villa’s ground-floor windows.

Margaret shuffled downstairs in her slippers. The sound of chopping came from the kitchen.

There, encased in a floral-print apron, was Primo.

Its silver chassis gleamed as two mechanical arms moved with blurring speed, reducing carrots on the cutting board into perfect julienne strips,

A cheerful smiley face glowed on its head unit.

“Good morning, Host! Today’s breakfast: oatmeal with mini quiches. To ensure quality, I might have ‘borrowed’ the exclusive recipe from a five-star hotel’s central kitchen system in the Central Star District.” Primo’s voice grew louder, clearly proud. “See? Way more useful than some guy who only knows how to spend credits, right?”

Pulling out a chair at the dining table, Margaret sank into it with a yawn. Before she could respond, a retort echoed from the second floor.

“You scrap-heap tin can! The power for your little hacking spree comes out of my pocket.” Timothy leaned over the railing, his golden hair a wild mess, Holo-bracelet in hand. He bounded down the stairs.

He sidled up to Margaret, eager. “My Lady, Hurst Group PR is locked and loaded. I’ve secured the front pages of every major outlet on the Starnet for a full twenty-four hours. Give the signal, and the story about

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the new Emperor being female will blanket the network in three seconds flat. They won’t even find the button to take it down.”

“Good work.” Margaret picked up a quiche and took a bite. Flaky crust, savory filling-Primo’s cooking wasn’t half bad.

Cheiron descended the stairs and slid a sealed document folder stamped with a red official seal toward Margaret.

“The final report from the Academy of Sciences.” He took the seat beside her. “Signed by nine core Academicians. The genetic sequence comparison is conclusive. From the moment this report is declassified, Norman’s status as a female is protected under the Empire’s highest statutes. No one will dare question it.”

“The bounty on the black-market networks is gone.” Tyrone leaned against the stair rail. “Those Starfield Free Mercenaries Guild crews the old nobility had on retainer-Quentin raided their dens last night. All they can do now is throw tantrums in Cabinet meetings.”

Quentin, standing behind Tyrone, said nothing. He simply handed Margaret a stack of papers.

She flipped through them. Listed were the core members of the old nobility faction, each name marked with a red “X”.

“Clean work. Well done.” Margaret closed the file.

Norman, clutching a teddy bear, followed Quentin into the room. She wore a tailored suit today, her red hair neatly combed.

“Margaret?” Norman approached, looking up. “Are we going to fight the bad people today?”

“No fighting today.” Margaret reached out and ruffled Norman’s hair. “I’m taking you to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

After breakfast, the roar of engines sounded outside.

Ryan and his fully armed Aegis Squad stood at attention beside the hovercar. Seeing Margaret, Ryan snapped a sharp salute.

“Your Grace, the route is secured. Airspace along the path is clear”

Margaret helped Norman into the vehicle, with Cheiron sliding into the back seat after them.

Primo rolled up to the window, its screen now displaying a face wearing sunglasses: (-■_U).

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