Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 97

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But here he was, losing his grip. All Cheiron wanted was to march over and drag that golden-haired brat out of her bed.

He set his water glass down on the table with a sharp clink.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Margaret rolled over, and her arm brushed against something warm. She opened her eyes to a face way 100 close to hers.

Timothy was dead asleep, wrapped around her like a second skin, one leg slung over her waist.

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“Reporting, Host. Primo’s voice piped up in her head. “He climbed in at three in the morning. You were out cold, so I let you sleep.”

Margaret’s voice cut through the room. “Timothy!”

Timothy’s eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at them, the picture of drowsy confusion,

“My Lady, morning. You’re up early.”

“I asked you a question. Why are you in my bed?” Margaret pointed at him.

Timothy sat up and raked a hand through his messy golden hair, his face a mask of innocence.

“I must have been sleepwalking. My Lady, you don’t know this about me, but I’ve had it since I was a kid. It flares up when I’m stressed. I swear I didn’t mean to.”“

“Host, he’s lying!” Primo jumped in without missing a beat and queued up the playback in Margaret’s

mind.

The footage showed Timothy easing the blanket aside with practiced stealth and sliding in like he’d done it a hundred times. He even pulled Margaret’s arm around his own waist with expert efficiency,

“I recorded it’ He walked over from the sofa with his eyes wide open, steady as you please, lifted the covers Tumself, and slipped right in! That was not amateur hour!” Primo sounded personally offended.

Margaret let out a cold laugh. She pulled her leg back and drove her foot straight into Timothy’s hip

Timothy yelped as he tumbled off the bed in a tangle of blankets and hit the carpet.

“Sleepwalking, huh? You awake now?” Margaret stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

Timothy rubbed his hip and hauled himself up, giving her his most pitiful look.

“My Lady, you really kicked me. That hurt. You’re not supposed to wake a sleepwalker, you know. It can mess with their head.”

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“Your head’s already messed up.” Margaret turned toward the bathroom. “Put some clothes on and get out. Go cat breakfast.”

In the upscale villa district of Prime Planet, Ardon dragged himself forward, his right leg barely cooperating. Every step sent a spike of pain through the bone.

The leg Timothy had shattered with sheer spiritual pressure back in the Valoran Galaxy black market had only gotten the most basic field splint. Ardon had been in too much of a rush to get back to Prime Planet to spend any time in a medical pod.

Sweat soaked through the back of his shirt. He looked up at the white villa ahead.

Three males stood on the front steps-Phoebe’s three A-class husbands. Dressed in casual lounge clothes, they stared down at Ardon with open contempt.

Ardon’s jaw tightened. Fury licked up his spine.

He was an S-class male. Across the entire Federation, S-class males were the elite-the ones every legion fought over. Wherever he went, he was treated like someone who mattered.

And now these three were looking at him like he was beneath them. If his leg weren’t wrecked, he’d have released his spirit beast and ground them all into the dirt. Reminded them exactly where they sat on the food chain.

What gnawed at him even more was the small metal case in his pocket-only ten pills inside. That was all.

On the trip back, Ardon’s brain had actually fired up for once.

He kept replaying the day Margaret was exposed as an SSS-class female. He, Kiran, and Raikes had gathered to discuss it.

Back then, he’d dug in hard-insisted it was some fake stunt Margaret had cooked up for attention.

But Kiran had shut him down. Kiran had pulled up the Empire’s Academy of Sciences report and pointed at the data. “That deep-range spiritual power scanner was built by the Empire’s founding generation of top scientists. Its core is linked directly to Central Brain. No hacker in the galaxy can breach Central Brain and alter those readings. Margaret’s SSS-class is solid fact.”

At the time, he and Raikes had scoffed, convinced Kiran had just lost his nerve.

Now, with the cold wind cutting through him, the last shreds of sense in Ardon’s head were finally kicking

If Margaret really was SSS-class through and through, then Phoebe’s excuse-that she needed him to buy twenty banned spiritual power pills to “frame” Margaret-was laughable.

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