Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 40

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Margaret still didn’t say a word. She just looked at him, her gaze as calm as if she were watching some clown putting on a show.

But inside her head, a little gremlin was already screaming. O

“Host!” Primo’s voice exploded in her mind, loud as a firecracker. “He’s trashing you! He called you a cleaner! He said you’re a worthless C class! He…”

“Chill out.” Margaret replied coolly in her head.

Primo sounded a

Primo sounded all huffy, “But he’s insulting you!”

“If I jump up and fight with him right now, that’s exactly what he wants,” Margaret explained patiently, like she was talking to a kid. “Don’t you see Phoebe standing back there enjoying the show? She’d love nothing more than for me to make a scene.”

Primo seemed to pause. “Huh. Yeah, I guess so.”

Then it shut up.

Margaret pulled herself back to the present and looked at the two people in the doorway.

Ardon was still standing there, practically looking down his nose at her. Phoebe stood behind him, her face still wearing that sweet, innocent mask, but her eyes were practically sparkling with anticipation.

What was she waiting for? Margaret to lose it? To start screaming at Ardon right there in Cheiron’s office?

Sure, this was the hospital’s administrative wing, and not many beastmen passed through here, but a few had already heard Ardon’s voice and were craning their necks to see what was going on.

Margaret tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curving up just a little. She reached out and pushed the door all the way open. Then she turned, walked to the couch, and plopped herself down.

The couch faced the door. Perfect positioning. After she sat down, she shifted around a bit, crossed her legs, folded her arms over her chest, and leaned back like she owned the place.

She just looked at the two of them in the doorway, her gaze calm, her lips still holding that faint smile.

Ardon froze. He’d been expecting Margaret to come charging out at him, or fire back with some snarky comeback, or use that sarcastic tone that made him want to strangle her. But she just… sat down?

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Ardon’s anger flared right back up,

“You!” He lifted his foot to charge into the office, like he was about to yank Margaret off that couch by her collar.

Margaret didn’t move. Her voice came our lazy and unhurried. “Think carefully before you step in there, Mr. Flame.”

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Chapter 40 Sitting It Out

Ardon’s foot stopped mid-stride.

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Margaret kept going, slow and steady. “This is Mr. Jewett’s office. You don’t have his permission to come in. What if he comes back and finds something missing?”

She paused, her smile widening just a hair. “I’m sure it’d be real hard for you to prove you didn’t take anything. Mr. Flame.”

Ardon’s face went pale, then red.

“After all, there aren’t any cameras in here or anything. I can just say Mr. Jewett told me to wait for him. here. I mean, I’m his… well, cleaner, right? You, though? You’ve got no excuse.”

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