Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 To See You

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“Host! Wake up! We’ve got a situation!” Primo’s voice cut through, sharp and urgent.

Margaret jolted awake, sitting up before she even registered what was happening. Her eyes snapped open.

The room was pitch-black. No lights had come on. But the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom -the one the security system was supposed to keep locked tight-stood wide open.

Night wind howled through the gap, whipping the curtains into a frenzy.

And there, framed by the thrashing curtains, stood a figure.

He had his back to the artificial moonlight, his face lost in shadow. But the broad shoulders and narrow waist made one thing clear-male.

Margaret’s heart slammed against her ribs.

This was the Hurst Group’s top-tier hotel, the penthouse suite on the highest floor. The security grid wouldn’t let a fly through, let alone someone who could bypass every sensor, every defense, and pop open a locked window.

Her mind raced.

This guy’s a pro. Black market hitman? Some kind of spatial fold tech or cloaking device?

Did Phoebe and Ardon figure out we destroyed their pills and send someone after me?

“How much did Phoebe pay you?” Margaret stayed seated on the bed. Her pulse was hammering, but her voice came out steady. “I’ll double it.”

In her world, black market types worked for the highest bidder. Throw enough money at them, and they’d switch sides without blinking.

A soft scoff came from the darkness.

Tyrone had only meant to slip in and catch a glimpse of her. He hadn’t expected her to wake. His stealth alone could fool even an SSS-class like Baar.

Is she naturally this alert, or does she have something else up her sleeve?

Her words told him she’d gotten the wrong idea, Amused, he decided to play along.

“We’re professionals,” he spoke slowly, his voice deep and slightly rough-the kind of voice that should’ve been pleasant. In the dark room, it just made the skin crawl.

“Professionals?” Margaret let out a sharp laugh. “A professional breaks into a woman’s room through the window in the middle of the night? That’s not professional. That’s a creep.”

Tyrone found himself with no comeback.

“Business is about maximizing profit.” Margaret was just getting started, her logic airtight. “What can

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Chapter 93 To See You

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Phoebe offer you? She’s running on empty by now. You know who I am. Kill me, and you get the Hurst Group, the Federal Military, and the Empire on your ass-for what? Nothing. Take my double payout, go kill your employer instead. That’s what I call a win-win”

Tyrone leaned against the window frame, ankles crossed, completely at ease. His night vision was top- grade, and he could see her perfectly-sitting on the bed, fighting to stay calm while her hands clutched the sheets in a death grip.

His first impression of her was a sharp tongue,

“A win-win does sound nice.” Amusement warmed his voice. “But I’m picky. Money’s not really my thing. I want something else.”

“You’re not getting my life.” Margaret shut him down flat. “If it’s sex you’re after, take a left out the door. Timothy’s next door. He’s young, he’s got stamina, go have your fun with him.”

Tyrone let out a low laugh that echoed through the empty room.

“Mr. Hurst has a temper. I doubt I’d please him.” He stepped forward.

Margaret’s palms were slick with sweat. She knew one word-“lights on”-and the smart system would flood the room in an instant.

She didn’t say it.

She’d heard killers had a rule: see the face, end up dead. As long as she pretended she couldn’t make him out, she still had room to maneuver.

The second those lights came on, and his cover was blown, Timothy wouldn’t make it from next door in time.

“Stop,” Margaret’s voice went cold. “One more step and I scream.”

Tyrone halted a few paces from the bed.

He could see every inch of her defensive stance. She was scared, but she hadn’t lost her head.

“Go ahead.” His tone was pure mischief.

Margaret sucked in a breath. “What do you want?”

“To see you.” He meant it.

“You’ve seen me. Now go back wherever you came from.” She pointed at the open window,

“Such a temper.” Tyrone didn’t move closer. He just looked at her, one long look.

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