Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Cheiron’s Here

Chapter 95 Cheiron’s Here

Margaret dragged her fingertip across the screen, scrolling through the comments.

Whoever had posted this knew what they were doing-they’d tossed Phoebe straight into the court of public opinion.

But the timing was strange.

Primo spoke up in her head, “Host, who posted this? Phoebe’s gonna lose it when she sees it. She’s probably smashing stuff right now.”

“Probably,” Margaret shifted positions and propped her chin on her hand.

Only a handful of people knew about Phoebe’s pill habit.

Margaret turned her head and glanced across the room. Timothy sat in front of a holographic display, trade figures and mining reports flying by at a blistering pace.

As the heir to the Hurst Group, Timothy played the clingy, eager puppy around Margaret all day. But when it came to running the company, he was ruthless-the kind of ruthless that made the board of directors sweat.

Timothy caught her looking. He lifted his head, and the hard look dropped from his face. His blue eyes fixed on her. “My Lady, are you bored? We could book a private island. Watch the ocean.”

“No.” Margaret looked away.

It wasn’t Timothy. His style was straightforward—if he wanted to destroy someone, he’d dump the evidence and burn them to the ground. He wouldn’t bother with a teaser post like this. It didn’t fit his

arrogance.

Ardon? Even less likely. He was probably dragging his busted leg around right now, looking for someone to take a swing at. An anonymous leak like that took more brains than he ever had.

Margaret was still turning it over in her head when Timothy’s comm buzzed twice.

Timothy glanced at the encrypted message that popped up. His mouth flattened. His eyes went cold, a flicker of hostility bleeding through.

“What’s going on?” Margaret picked up on the shift and asked offhand,

Timothy rubbed his temple and frowned. “Cheiron’s here. Down in the lobby.”

Margaret lifted a brow. That was unexpected.

Timothy raked a hand through his golden hair, messing it up. He wanted to have security throw the guy out and be done with it. But Cheiron was one of Margaret’s Central Brain matches,

Blocking him at the door would make Timothy look petty as hell, and it might piss Margaret off.

“Let him up.” Timothy bit out into the comm,

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Chapter 95 Cheiron’s Here

Five minutes later, the suite’s alloy doors slid open.

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Cheiron stepped inside in a dark gray trench coat, his hair neatly in place. He carried the signs of a long journey, his demeanor cool and composed.

His gray eyes swept right past Timothy and found Margaret on the sofa. His sharp features softened.

“You got here fast.” Margaret didn’t bother getting up. She just lifted her chin in greeting.

Timothy glared at Cheiron’s face, wishing the man would vanish on the spot. He turned and snapped orders at the security chief behind him.

“Go book a standard room downstairs. Get Mr. Jewett’s luggage moved there. The penthouse doesn’t take outside guests.”

Margaret leaned back against the sofa, “Why go through all that? There’s an empty room on this floor. He can take that one.”

Timothy’s smile tightened. He leaned in close to her and dropped his voice so only she could hear.

“My Lady, that room’s been empty for half a year. It’s full of dust. It’s crawling with bugs. Mr. Jewett’s a clean freak-he’d never be comfortable there.”

Margaret turned her head and gave Timothy a slow once-over.

“The Hurst Group’s top-tier suites can’t even keep a room clean? You were just bragging yesterday about your smart robots-said they could disinfect every last inch of a place.”

Caught in the lie, Timothy didn’t even blink. He grabbed hold of Margaret’s sleeve with both hands and kept spouting excuses.

“I remembered it wrong. The smart system in that room is broken. No network connection. The temperature controls don’t work. He’d catch a cold in there.”

Margaret pulled her sleeve free. “Yesterday you said the Hurst Group’s ventilation has its own backup power. So how is the system in that room broken?”

Cheiron ignored Timothy’s rambling entirely. He picked up the black suitcase at his feet, crossed the room with those long legs, and headed straight for the door at the end of the hall. As he approached, the alloy door sensed him and slid open on both sides.

The room was spotless. The polished floor reflected the crystal lights overhead. The climate system hummed along, keeping the air at the perfect temperature.

Timothy ground his back teeth, his stare boring holes into Cheiron’s back.

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The night deepened. Margaret finished washing up, changed into her loose cotton pajamas, and was about to turn in. The bedroom door cracked open, and a head of golden hair poked in.

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