The Queen They Buried

Chapter 559

She quickly turned her face away, flustered. Whether Bowen was sober or drunk, she’d heard all kinds of sweet talk from him before, so she just chalked this up as another one of his lines–even if this was by far the most blunt thing he’d ever said.

“Wow, he really just told me straight up that he’s totally craving my body, Aubree thought, her heart skipping a beat.

“What’s the rush? If we go now, we won’t get any useful information. Just wait a bit longer,” Bowen said.

He added, “Ethan just texted me. He said there might have been some kind of deal between David’s family and the village chief’s family regarding the demolition. Looks like this village’s got a lot of secrets.”

Mistmere lagged significantly behind modernity, revealing its persistent issues. In this village, the words of the local boss or village chief were absolute–even the police held no authority.

People’s mindset here seemed quite outdated. In just a few days, Aubree noticed girls who were barely eighteen or nineteen were already pregnant and walking around the village. When she inquired about it, she learned that most girls in this area were engaged and married shortly after finishing junior high or high school. Surprisingly, none of them considered this situation unusual.

Stuff like that was just everyday life to them, and no one even batted an eye at it.

Meanwhile, Samuel walked up to Josephine’s door with his bags and knocked.

Town from outside. Her husband worked in the mines but unfortunately died in an underground accident. After his death, Josephine received compensation money and has been raising their son on her own ever

educated, good–looking, and had a killer figure. Most days, she made ends meet by modeling for clothing shops in town or doing gigs for online stores. It was

how she always had new outfits and didn’t need to do hard labor to make money. Soon

place like Ridgehaven Town, it was natural for a woman, especially a pretty one, to

the reputation of being

two doors–one in the front, one in the back. The whole place was split into three parts: the living room sat smack

long, a well–cared–for, fair–skinned

as he had received many delicious treats from him during Samuel’s

from his pocket and handed them

the

around like a thief before closing the

eyes darted around, looking a little confused about what Samuel

the food and drinks on the table, then turned on the TV in the living room. He instructed, “Mattias, you stay here and watch some TV, okay? I need to

are always so innocent. Mattias nodded obediently, sat down on the couch, and even pointed out which