Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 A Hard Fight

Chapter 214 A Hard Fight

Baar was silent for several seconds.

“Stand down main cannons. Full fleet withdrawal, five hundred light-years. Enter standby status.”

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The entire command center snapped out of its stunned silence and scrambled to relay the orders.

Baar turned back to the screen, Margaret’s face reflected in his gold slit-pupiled eyes. “I’ll follow your lead.”

“Mm.” Margaret gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment. She paused, then asked, “How has your spiritual power been lately?”

Baar blinked. He clearly hadn’t expected her to ask that, not now.

“It won’t kill me.” He turned his head, discomfort plain in the set of his jaw. A faint flush crept up the edge of his car. “When… are you coming back?”

Margaret looked at that stubborn profile on the screen and felt an unexpected urge to laugh. “I’m on my way.”

“Good.” His throat bobbed, his words picking up speed. “Contact me if anything comes up.”

And with that, he cut the channel, quick and clean.

Margaret stared at the empty space where the projection had been. A quiet laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

Eileen had watched the entire exchange from the sidelines, coffee cup in hand. She tutted softly, half- amused. “The Federation’s mad snake, tamed and obedient. I’ve seen it all now.”

She rose and smoothed down her coat, her gaze carrying both appraisal and something that looked a lot like approval. “Get some rest. I’m going to check on those two boys from the black market.”

“I’ll come with you.” Margaret got to her feet.

The medical bay was on the lowest deck, the green light on the airlock glowing steadily.

Margaret pushed the door open, and the sharp scent of antiseptic and regenerative fluid met her immediately.

Quentin lay inside a medical pod, pale blue liquid submerging his body. His superficial wounds had mostly healed under the system’s medication, but internal damage and fractures still lingered. He hadn’t uttered a single sound about the pain in three days.

Tyrone sat on a folding chair beside the pod, a tube of high-grade nutrient supplement in his hand, tossing it idly into the air and catching it again. When he spotted Margaret, his eyes lit up and he rose to his feet in one smooth motion.

“Ms. Greene, Timothy’s mom is generous.” He gestured at the pod and let out a whistle, “Military-grade cellular regeneration fluid. A single tank costs the equivalent of a mid-sized warship on the black market.”

“How’s your spiritual power recovering?” Margaret walked to the pod, glanced at Quentin, then turned

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back to him.

“Thanks to you, I’ll live,” Tyrone stepped closer, lowering his voice and leaning in toward her ear. “But a little black dragon told me it misses you.”

Margaret stared at him, expressionless.

Tyrone held her gaze for three seconds, then threw his hands up in surrender. “Kidding. Just kidding.”

The playfulness faded. He straightened, something more serious settling into his features. “When do we reach Prime Planet?”

“Two days.” Eileen strode into the room. “Timothy and Cheiror have already set the stage on Prime Planet. You two heads of the black market had better keep a low profile when we land. Don’t cause trouble for Margaret or me.”

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “Lady Eileen, you can rest easy. We’re very well-behaved.”

Eileen gave a cold laugh and ignored him entirely, turning to Margaret. “Go get some sleep.” She paused, her voice softening by a rare degree. “What’s waiting on Prime Planet is a hard fight. You’ll need your strength.”

The starship touched down smoothly at Prime Planet’s highest-level private spaceport. The airlock opened, and a filtered breeze swept across the platform.

Eileen strode ahead, her heels ringing sharply against the metal gangway. Matters at the Hurst Group had been piling up for days, all requiring her personal authority to resolve, so she escorted them only as far as the spaceport’s underground garage.

“Timothy’s waiting for you at home.” Eileen slid on her sunglasses, masking those sharp blue eyes. Her tone was crisp and efficient. “Cheiron’s at Central Hospital. Not even a fly can get into Lesley’s ward. Baar’s fleet is parked on the border. They’re all holding the line for you in their own ways. Now go.”

The car door closed and the hovercar pulled away from the spaceport. Margaret leaned back in her seat and watched the city lights stream past in reverse, light and shadow cutting across her face.

They were all in this now. All of them, turning a galaxy that had never been at peace into a storm-for her.

She turned her head and glanced at the twins seated across from her.

Tyrone was fiddling with his Holo-bracelet, fingers swiping across the virtual screen, chasing something only he could see, Quentin had his eyes closed, silver hair falling loose past his shoulders, the hard lines of his profile carrying a dangerous, sharp-edged allure even in the dim cabin light.

Those two commanded the black market like kings, living every day on a knife’s edge. And for her, they’d followed her to a barren planet and nearly died there. The wound on Quentin’s back-without the specialized medicine the system had provided, a normal person would never have survived it.

The word “family” tasted strange on her tongue-unfamiliar, but sweet.

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