Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Want to Go See Her?

Chapter 91 Want to Go See Her?

Tyrone was the man behind Senro Pavilion-and Quentin’s twin brother.

He took a sip of his coffee as Quentin walked in. “You’re back. Busy out there?”

Quentin pulled out the other chair and sat down. “I saw her.”

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A low chuckle escaped Tyrone, curiosity threading into his voice. “Oh? Interesting. We spent all that time mapping out a covert route to Prime Planet, and the prey just walks right into the net.””

“She’s not prey.” The words came out colder than usual, carrying an edge of protectiveness Quentin wasn’t even aware of.

Tyrone propped his chin on his hand. “Slip of the tongue.” A flicker of curiosity lit his green eyes. “What’s she like? Compared to the photo in the database.”

Quentin leaned back and let his eyes fall shut. “Alive. Moving.”

The image surfaced unbidden-that dim alley, Margaret’s foot coming down on those pills, crushing them under her heel.

Tyrone just laughed. He’d long since gotten used to his brother’s weirdly precise way of talking.

Senro Pavilion had picked up the intel on Margaret heading to the Valoran Galaxy a while ago.

Quentin took a sip of coffee and laid out every detail of what went down in that alley.

Tyrone turned the cup in his hands, his thumb tracing the rim, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Now that is interesting. Our wife’s sharper than I gave her credit for—and meaner. She crushed half the pills and left the rest for Ardon to haul back. That pathetic little dose won’t be nearly enough to keep that lunatic Phoebe satisfied.”

Senro Pavilion’s intelligence network stretched across the entire interstellar domain. Phoebe was a name Tyrone knew all too well.

“Speaking of which.” His tone stayed unhurried. “Phoebe’s one of Senro Pavilion’s top clients. People bankrupt themselves buying Spiritual Power Boost Pills because they’re fighting for their lives or plotting against someone they want dead. She’s the only one who pops that poison like candy, just to prop up a fake S-class rating”

The side effects were catastrophic. At best, a forced spike in spiritual power shattered a person’s spiritual realm. At worst, total gene collapse, turning them into a monster. Phoebe was gambling her life to keep up a shiny, hollow front.

Tyrone stood and walked over to the prized rose. His fingers brushed the delicate leaves, but his gaze was hardening.

“At first, I figured Central Brain had matched us with some delicate flower-the kind that needs constant tending.” He let out a quiet breath. “Now I’m thinking she’s more of a rose. The kind with thorns that draw blood.”

He and Quentin had left their main base with one goal: to visit their legal wife in name only on Prime

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Chapter 91 Want to Go See Her?

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Planet.

Senro Pavilion operated in the murkiest gray area of interstellar space. Its very existence was a closely guarded secret. That meant moving carefully, staying off the Federal Military’s radar and out of the Empire’s line of sight.

They’d stopped in the Valoran Galaxy just to resupply. Picked up word that Margaret was here too. And then, by pure chance, they’d run right into her.

Tyrone turned, his gaze burning into his brother. “Want to go see her?”

Quentin looked up. “Timothy’s with her.” His voice stayed low.

“True,” Tyrone sighed. “That golden fox isn’t the sharing type. And he’s not the only one. Commander Iverson over at the Federal Military. Cheiron running the Empire’s Central Hospital.” He shook his head. “Our wife keeps some seriously difficult company.”

He walked back to the table and poured himself more coffee.

“What if we strolled over there right now, told those three we’re also Margaret’s legal husbands—how fast do you think they’d toss us out the nearest airlock?”

Quentin shook his head. “We couldn’t take them.”

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