Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Security Called

Chapter 43 Security Called

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His legs turned to concrete. His knees started to give out beneath him, no matter how hard he fought it An unseen pressure slammed into his chest, squeezing so tight that drawing even a shallow breath became a battle. He ground his teeth together so fiercely he was afraid they’d shatter, just barely keeping himself on his feet instead of crumbling to the floor.

“Article 12, Chapter 3 of the Interstellar Public Security Management Code,” Cheiron said, stopping three paces away from Ardon and looking down at him. “Anyone who publicly and without cause insults or intimidates a female is subject to immediate detention by the security forces. Minimum hold time, forty- eight hours.”

He paused. “Being S class doesn’t make you exempt.”

Ardon shivered uncontrollably. He swallowed hard. The fire in him snuffed out like someone had dumped a bucket of water on it.

Cheiron was calling security to arrest him over a C-class nobody? This was insane.

If he backed down now, how could he ever hold his head up in front of Phoebe again? He was an S-class mercenary! Was he really going to cower in front of some worthless C-class female?

Ardon planted his feet and stuck out his chin defiantly. “Mr. Jewett! You have no idea what kind of person she really is!

“She’s a liar! She threw herself at the three of us S-class beastmen, and we couldn’t get rid of her no matter what we did! Now that we’ve dumped her, she’s latched onto you!” The more he talked, the more he felt like he was rescuing Cheiron from some terrible fate.

“You shouldn’t have her as your guest at all! Who does she think she is? What gives her the right?”

Cheiron gazed at the crimson-faced man standing before him and found himself with zero inclination to argue. Trying to reason with someone like that would be nothing short of a total waste of breath.

He didn’t grant them another opportunity to say a word. He simply extended his hand and hit a button on the desk communicator.

“Security. There are two individuals outside my office interfering with work. Please escort them out.”

A rapid response came back through the communicator. “Copy that, Mr. Jewett, Squad Three will be there immediately.”

The line went dead. Cheiron didn’t even glance back at the doorway. He sat down at his desk and reopened the file he’d been looking at.

That level of complete disregard stung Ardon worse than a slap to the face.

Ardon stood there dumbfounded. Cheiron hadn’t even let him explain himself. He’d just called security. And he was S class!

The sound of synchronized footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. The security squad was almost there:

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Panic flickered across Phoebe’s face. If security dragged her out in front of everyone, the gentle, kind, innocent image she’d worked so hard to build would be shattered. Tomorrow, every forum in the Interstellar Era would be laughing at her. What would all her admirers think?

She dropped the act and abandoned Ardon, bolting for the elevator. But she ran straight into the security team at the corner.

The squad leader had a high voltage stun baton in his hand. “You there! Put your hands behind your head and leave Mr. Jewett’s office area immediately. If you don’t comply, we will use force!”

The deputy squad leader, who was in charge of the administrative wing’s security, recognized Phoebe. He hesitated for a second, then stepped aside to let her pass. Phoebe came to the hospital every week for cleansings. She knew the doctors and nurses in the cleansing department, and the security team knew of her too.

An S-class female who volunteered her time regularly. No need to make a big deal out of something this small.

Phoebe grabbed her skirt and fled into the elevator without looking back. Ardon, however, wasn’t so lucky.

Two security officers grabbed him by the arms and half pushed, half dragged him out of the administrative wing. He still looked like he wanted to put up a fight, but he didn’t dare make a sound. That moment when Cheiron had unleashed his spiritual power, Ardon had nearly dropped to his knees in front of Margaret.

The security squad leader reported from the doorway. “Mr. Jewett, it’s been handled.”

Cheiron didn’t even look up. “Good work.”

As the squad leader was about to leave, he caught sight of Margaret lounging on the couch. He stared for a moment, then noticed that Cheiron wasn’t saying anything, so he quietly closed the door and left. The office fell silent again.

Margaret sat on the couch, staring at the closed door for a couple of seconds, then looked away.

Honestly, she was a little surprised.

Not that Cheiron had helped her. She was his guest, after all, and Ardon was throwing a tantrum right in front of him. Of course Cheiron wasn’t going to just sit there. But the way he’d handled it was even cleaner than she’d expected.

No explaining. No mediating. Straight to calling security. It was very on brand for Cheiron

“Host! Did you see that?!” Primo’s voice exploded in her head.

Margaret rubbed her temple. “I saw it.”

“Mr. Jewett was so cool! Did you feel that spiritual pressure just now? The lights in the whole hallway were shaking! Ardon’s legs turned to jelly! He almost got down on his knees!”

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