Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 If It’s You

Chapter 38 If It’s You

She gave a quick nod and didn’t press further.

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Cheiron, however, wasn’t finished. “Chances are, they’ll ask you to return to the Academy a few more times. A jump like yours, going straight from C class to 35 class, is completely unprecedented. The Academy wants to run some studies, so they’ll need you on board for that.”

Margaret’s brow furrowed. “Research?”

“Don’t worry.” Cheiron sounded like he already knew what she was thinking. “They’ll pay you for it. And your safety comes first. Nothing risky.”

Margaret raised an eyebrow. She’d figured she didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway. If the Academy wanted to study her, it wasn’t like she could say no. But getting paid for it? That was a nice surprise.

“Got it,” she said, nodding,

Cheiron paused for a second, then spoke again, like he was choosing his words carefully,

“One more thing.”

Margaret looked at him. Cheiron kept his eyes on the road, hands still resting on the steering wheel.

“According to the Central Brain’s matching algorithm, there’s a good chance I’ll end up as one of your

mates.”

Margaret froze. Sure, she and Primo had talked about this a million times, but hearing Cheiron say it out loud caught her off guard.

“I want to know,” Cheiron continued, his tone still steady, “how you feel about that.”

Margaret was quiet for a moment.

How did she feel? What was she supposed to feel?

She hesitated, then shrugged and gave him a flippant answer. “Not necessarily. I used to be in C class and got matched with S class guys. Maybe now that I’m in the 3S class, I’ll still end up with S-class males. Nobody really knows how the Central Brain’s algorithm works.”

Cheiron didn’t respond. He knew she wasn’t wrong. Everything they understood about the matching system came from experience and statistics. Nobody had ever cracked the Central Brain’s logic.

Margaret thought that was the end of it.

But Cheiron fell silent for a few seconds, then spoke again with a persistence she hadn’t expected. “But what if?”

Margaret blinked,

“Mr. Jewett,” she said, a teasing lilt creeping into her voice, “you don’t strike me as the “what if” type.”

Cheiron arched an eyebrow but stayed quiet.

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She mulled it over for a moment, then gave her reply. “If it ends up being you, I’d be thrilled.

The words came out effortlessly,

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Look, she was crashing at his place. A little flattery never hurt anyone, right? Besides, Cheiron was a 35- class heavyweight, an academician, a hospital director. Staying in his good graces could only work in her favor down the line, couldn’t it?

Margaret patted herself on the back for such a tactful response.

“Host,” Primo’s voice piped up in her head, also sounding amused, “how much of that was real and how much was just fluff?”

Margaret brushed it off. Did that even warrant an answer? She didn’t even know herself.

Cheiron took in her reply, hesitated a moment, then gave a small nod. The corners of his mouth seemed to edge up just barely. “Got it.”

His tone stayed even, but Margaret had the sense that his mood had lifted slightly.

She didn’t dwell on it. She just settled back into her seat and gazed out the window.

They’d barely gone a short distance when Cheiron’s Holo bracelet flickered to life. He shot it a glance and his brow creased a little.

Margaret caught the shift in his expression, but before she could ask, Cheiron said, “I need to grab this.”

He tapped his bracelet, and a virtual display materialized in front of his face, No image, just audio.

“Mr. Jewett.” A young male’s voice came through the bracelet, edged with urgency. “Sorry to bother you. but something’s come up at the hospital. We need you to come in.”

Cheiron kept his voice even. “What’s going on?”

A brief silence hung on the other end, as if the guy was searching for the right words. Then he simply said Cheiron ought to come down and see for himself-they could hash out the details face to face.

Cheiron’s reply was as measured as ever. “I’m on my way.”

The call ended. Cheiron flicked a glance sideways at Margaret, his eyes asking a silent question. “Something came up at the hospital. Would you mind tagging along with me first? It won’t take long. I’ll handle it and then take you home,”

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