Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Worthless C Class

Chapter 42 Worthless C Class

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A worthless freeloader who’d weaseled her way into a free meal ticket, and she had the nerve to act high and mighty in a 35-class elite’s office? Today, he was going to make sure Cheiron saw this woman for exactly what she was.

Cheiron paused in the middle of sorting through some documents. His gaze lifted from his desk and landed on the red haired male in the doorway,

He hadn’t planned on getting involved in some petty squabble. But Margaret was his guest, and this brainless S-class male was on his turf, trashing his guest.

“You’ve got one thing wrong.” Cheiron said, his brow furrowing slightly. “Ms. Greene is not my cleaner.”

Ardon blinked.

Not a cleaner? So she wasn’t even good enough for that? Just some temp?

He was about to ramp up the mockery when Cheiron’s next words hit him like a freight train.

“Ms. Greene is my guest.”

The hallway went dead silent. Ardon’s brain short circuited with a loud internal clang.

The number of people in the entire Interstellar Era who qualified as personal guests of a 3S-class elite could be counted on one hand. And those people were either high ranking legion commanders holding serious power or top tier alchemists.

And her? A divorced C-class female? No way. Cheiron had to be blinded by her lies.

Phoebe, standing off to the side, had frozen too,

A guest? Her mind raced. She’d busted her ass coming to the hospital every single week to do free cleansings, just to get Cheiron to recognize her face. And Margaret had done nothing. Nothing! How was that fair? But she couldn’t let any of this show in front of Cheiron.

Phoebe was seething inside, but she managed to force a tiny smile onto her face. She took a small step forward, lowering her head just a little.

“I saw Margaret around your place the other day. And I heard you’d just let your housekeeper go, so 1 assumed… I assumed she was applying for the job.”

She played it humble, made it all sound perfectly reasonable. That explanation covered why she hadn’t stopped Ardon earlier, while also subtly pointing out that Margaret was so low class that applying to be a cleaner was the best she could do.

She was certain someone of Cheiron’s standing wouldn’t tolerate some lowborn nobody with a sketchy background.

A soft laugh came from the couch. Margaret shifted positions, propping her chin on one hand as she studied Phoebe in the doorway with amusement.

In just a few words, Phoebe had wrapped an insult in the packaging of an innocent misunderstanding.

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Chapter 42 Worthless C Class

Trying to tear her down while playing the sweet, pure angel in front of Cheiron?

“So,” Margaret drawled, “in Ms. James’s eyes, the best I’m good for is being a cleaner. Is that it?”

The color drained from Phoebe’s face.

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Margaret wasn’t following the script at all! Any normal female hearing that would have either hung her head in shame or scrambled to defend herself in a huff.

If Phoebe admitted it, she’d look like she looked down on commoners. If she denied it, then her whole speech just became a deliberate provocation.

Phoebe bit her lower lip. Her eyes went red around the edges fast. She took half a step back, her shoulders trembling just a little, standing there looking completely wronged without saying a single word.

Ardon took one look at her and saw red. He shoved Phoebe behind him and jabbed a finger at Margaret’s face, unleashing a torrent of abuse.

“What’s with the attitude? Phoebe was just trying to make excuses for you, and you have the gall to bully

her?

“Ms. James is an S-class female! She spends every week at this hospital saving people! And you? What are you? A worthless C-class nobody. What can you even do besides latch onto men and mooch off them?”

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