True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 198

The chat room fell silent the moment the wolf appeared on screen.

Everyone held their breath, watching the unusual creature with rapt attention, too captivated to even type

The werewolf stopped two meters away from the crowd, its gaze sweeping over the onlookers before settling on the six wolves led by Sean.

The usually docile wolves became visibly restless at the sight of the werewolf, gazing longingly at it, straining against their leads, but too wary of Sean to make a move.

Winnie, sensing the tension, bent down and unfastened the ropes that restrained the six wolves.

Freed, the wolves glanced at Seah, and seeing he had no intention of detaining them, they quickly darted behind the werewolf, their tails wagging submissively.

The werewolf’s sharp eyes softened slightly at Winnie’s obviously conciliatory gesture, but its wariness remained intact.

In response, Winnie simply raised her hand in a polite gesture.

“We mean no offense,” she said smoothly, “We only kept them overnight to ask for guidance. The villagers would like to speak with you.”

The werewolf considered Winnie, then Sean, and after a moment’s hesitation, it returned the gesture.

The villagers behind her gasped in amazement at the sight of a werewolf showing such civility. One man’s surprise was mixed with a flicker of recognition as if he had seen this scene before.

The tension among the villagers eased a little at the werewolf’s reciprocation. A returned gesture was a sign of a willingness to communicate, a good sign.

Winnie knew, however, that this werewolf was only showing them this courtesy because of Sean’s presence. Clearly, it wanted to avoid conflict with him.

Having Sean there was the right move.

Winnie gestured for the village chief to step forward. Despite his fear, the chief approached the werewolf, mimicking Winnie’s earlier gesture.

something we’ve done to displease you? Our village means no disrespect. We used to make monthly offerings to the forest, and if we’ve been remiss, please instruct us, and we will amend

chief trailed off, his attitude one of utmost humility.

surveyed the villagers, a flicker of

a long moment, it spoke, its voice unnaturally high–pitched, not like a human’s but more like an animal’s, sharp

longer deserve my protection.”

villagers were stunned to hear the werewolf speak. Once they absorbed its words, fear

done anything wrong.”

be some

wolves before, but no one in the village has ever harmed them. We’ve always

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the werewolf’s displeasure at the sudden noise, quickly signaled for silence before

be some misunderstanding?”

the villagers

“Spit it out. What do you want? No need for

villagers and crew nearly jumped out of their skins at Sean’s brusque words,

prodding, did not react negatively Finally, after a tense

seventy years ago, a hunter from Cloverfield Cottage saved me.”

werewolf unfolded its story, the villagers learned of

was mired in poverty and the werewolf was just a

was saved by a hunter who had lost his way. In gratitude, the wolf guided the hunter out

hunter praised the wolf for

the makings of a great werewolf who will one day seek a human patron to help you transform. When you’re ready, find me, and I will help you.”

to the hunter was a promise taken to heart by the wolf, planting

wolf diligently cultivated its powers while secretly watching over the hunter. But as the hunter became wealthy from the mandrake he had found with the wolf’s help, he focused on enriching his fellow villagers. Under the hunter’s guidance, the village learned to harvest

one man extended to the whole village. The werewolf not only helped them find aged mandrakes but also drew on the mountain’s

Cloverfield Cottage became famous nationwide, as