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

Chapter 40 Sitting It Out (unkn

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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.”

Ardon stood in the doorway, one foot already raised but unable to put it down. His face was flushed, his eyes blazing with fury, but underneath all that anger, a flicker of unease was starting to show.

Margaret was right, Cheiron was a 3S-class beastman, and his office counted as his private space. Walking in without permission was already disrespectful. And if Margaret wanted to frame him for something, he really would have no way to clear his name.

Ardon gritted his teeth and pulled his foot back. But he wasn’t about to let it go that easily. He stood in the doorway, his chest heaving.

Phoebe saw this and quickly stepped forward, tugging at Ardon’s sleeve. Her voice was soft and sweet. “Ardon, maybe we should come back another day. It looks like Mr. Jewett isn’t here right now. We can try again later.”

Her voice was soft and calming.

But Ardon’s expression only soured further. Come back another day? That would mean losing face right in front of Phoebe. Getting blocked from entering a room by some worthless C-class reject he’d already dumped, then slinking off with his tail tucked between his legs. If word of that spread, he’d never be able to hold his head up again. Since when did he put up with this kind of humiliation?

“We’re not budging,” Ardon growled through gritted teeth. “We’ll camp out right here until Mr. Jewett shows up. I’ve got a question for him…” He threw a poisonous glare at Margaret. “Since when does his cleaner have the authority to bar guests from entering? And another thing, you’re supposed to be cleaning, not sitting on that couch doing absolutely nothing. Mr. Jewett is paying you credits to lounge around and take it easy?”

The more words that spilled out of him, the more righteous he felt. “You ought to be thanking your lucky stars you landed any cleaning job at all, and instead you’re just loafing about!”

His voice rang down the hallway, climbing in volume and self importance with each sentence. A few beastmen glanced over, but the moment they realized it was Cheiron’s office, they quickly scattered.

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