True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 192

Winnie caught the cameraman’s attention with a curious glance, prompting him to deftly swing his camera in the direction she was looking.

Whoa, did y’all see the way Winnie was looking at that guy? He’s sketchy”

“That must be one of the Mandrake Guardians, right? Don’t ask me how I know.”

1 guess this would be an easy one again, it’s just all so easy for Winnie.

The viewers tuned into her livestream eagerly awaited her revelation.

Even if a few trolls tried to stir trouble in the chat, they were quickly drowned out by a wave of supportive comments.

Candace, always attentive, followed Winnie’s gaze and inquired softly, “Winnie, did you spot something odd? Does he have something on him?”

At that moment, Laird, the Mandrake Guardian, felt a surge of anxiety

The village chief had mentioned that the crew of “Ghostly Guidance included some real–deal experts, but Laird always doubted the authenticity of these shows. Especially when looking at two delicate–looking young women who didn’t seem to have the air of seasoned professionals.

However, when the younger of the two glanced his way, Laird felt an inexplicable

pressure

His anxiety peaked when he heard the other girl ask if he was carrying something strange. Fortunately, Winnie just gave him a quick once–over and announced with confidence, “Relax, there’s nothing on you. And no sign of the God of Nature either”

Laird’s family initially breathed a sigh of relief at her reassurance, but their feelings were mixed when she mentioned the absence of the God of Nature Living in the shadow of the great mountains, they held a mix of hope and reverence for such entities.

the mountains during festivals as a token of gratitude for nature’s bounty. This ritual was believed to ensure the God of Nature’s continued

village, and Mandrake Guardians were inexplicably found at the mountain’s base, some wondered if their offerings had

increasing their tributes, the disturbances continued unabated, leaving

you have any idea what’s going on here?” Laird couldn’t contain his curiosity but felt awkward addressing her as

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opted for the more familiar term, miss

the Laird family’s keen interest, she replied, “I do sense something unusual, but I can’t pinpoint it without further investigation.”

they knew resolving the mystery wouldn’t happen instantly. Despite some disappointment, the family extended their

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chief had said it didn’t matter if they couldn’t solve the village’s problems. Good hospitality might lead to their plight being broadcasted, attracting someone with the means to

a generous stipend to each family hosting the guests, and for that alone, the Lairds wouldn’t dream of neglecting their visitors.

Winnie casually inquired about the recent

overnight. Personal belongings left outside tend to get damaged. Just last year, our second cousin’s new car was scratched up in his yard without any noise heard. And the youngster’s brand–new bike?

the past six months while taking deep

it was summer, in winter, he’d have frozen by the roadside. People first thought he sleepwalked, but it happened again the next day, even with a different Mandrake Guardian on

issue is in the mountains–the Mandrake roots, not fully grown, were all mysteriously pulled out. We’ve suffered significant losses over the last six months. Anyone in charge of harvesting comes back with some mishap: falls, collisions with trees, or

doesn’t want us disturbing the mountains, but what can we do? We

words, Tate took a hefty drag on his cigarette, appearing to exhale not just smoke

many families in the village faced similar troubles. They could tolerate the pranks and property damage, but after half a year

listened attentively to the old man’s story, offered

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them,” Candace mused, though the mystic details were lost on her. “But Winnie, you said it’s not the God of Nature, so what is it? If it can wreak havoc both in the village and mountains, could it be dangerous?