Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 The Commander Arrives

Margaret gave a nod and saw Irene to the door.

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Just as she was about to step out, Irene seemed to recall something. “Ms. Greene, please remember to enter your current address into the email system so your matched beastmen can locate you. I wish you all the best!”

Margarer nodded once more. Only when Irene had disappeared from view did she finally exhale deeply.

She was just about to have a word with Primo when the doorbell chimed again. Figuring Irene had left something behind, Margaret pulled the door open without a second thought.

But the person standing outside wasn’t Irene. It was an extremely tall man, at least six foot five, with strikingly handsome features that carried an aggressive, almost intimidating edge. Yet there was something oddly familiar about him, as if she’d seen his face somewhere before. His shoulders were broad, his posture ramrod straight, and the uniform he wore was anything but ordinary. Military, perhaps? A medal pinned to his left chest meant nothing to her, but she had a feeling it was seriously impressive.

He looked down at her with no particular expression, but his face naturally seemed harsh. His tone, much to Margaret’s surprise, was unusually polite.

“Ms. Greene,” a deep voice rumbled, though she could tell he was trying to keep it soft. “I’m Baar Iverson.”

Margaret let out a small “ah.” That’s why he’d looked familiar. She’d seen a profile photo of Baar on the Interstellar Forum. He was also her Number One match.

Here already. That was fast. Baar lived on the Prime Planet too. Same as Cheiron, both 3S class. Probably the same neighborhood.

“Oh my god!! Baar!! He’s here!!” Primo was bouncing off the walls inside her head.

Margaret suppressed her surprise and quickly schooled her expression.

“Mr. Iverson, hello.” She stepped back. “Would you like to come in?”

Baar nodded, stepped over the threshold, and his military boots landed on the floor with a solid, weighty sound. He walked into the living room but didn’t sit down right away. He stood there and swept his gaze around the space.

His eyebrow twitched. “You live here.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Temporarily,” Margaret said, sining down on the couch. “The Empire just arranged housing for me. I’ll be moving in a couple of days.”

Only then did Baar sit down on the single seater across from her.

“This is Cheiron’s residence”

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Chapter 52 The Commander Arrives

“You knew him before this?”

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Margaret felt like this guy’s tone was interrogating a suspect, but given his impressive credentials, she kept it simple. “Not really. We ran into each other when I was getting my post-divorce psychological evaluation. I didn’t have a place to stay, and Mr. Jewett was kind enough to let me crash here for a while.”

Baar didn’t respond. He tapped two fingers on the armrest, not hard, not soft.

The atmosphere suddenly got awkward.

“Technically. I haven’t given my address to my matches yet,” she said, deciding to cut to the chase. “So what brings you here today, Mr. Iverson?”

Baar didn’t beat around the bush either. “To see you, of course.”

No buildup. No pleasantries.

Margarei still felt a tiny flutter of nerves inside, but on the surface, she gave a calm nod. The reason made sense. If she’d gotten a list that could determine the rest of her life, she’d want to see what the other person looked like too.

But deep down, she still half expected Baar to ask to call off the match or propose some kind of contractual arrangement. After all, here were these high and mighty 35-class men, suddenly matched with a divorced former C-class female. They had to have at least some reservations.

Margaret had already prepared herself. She’d figured that as long as her 3S-class beastman husbands gave her a monthly allowance and showed her basic respect in public, she didn’t really care. Contract marriage. Fake marriage. Whatever worked.

“Well, now you’ve seen me.” She leaned back into the couch.

Baar’s gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds. “Yeah. Smaller than I pictured.”

Margaret was lost for words.

She wasn’t sure what he meant. Either way, she didn’t feel like responding. She was afraid she’d accidentally curse him out and end up in deep trouble.

“One more thing.” Baar leaned forward slightly. His voice dropped half a tone, and his pace slowed, like he was about to say something serious.

“You living in Cheiron’s house right now. I don’t like it.”

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Margaret raised an eyebrow. The words “none of your damn business” were right on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them. Fine, At least he was being polite.

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