True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 199

The villagers stood in stunned silence, feeling the sting of an injustice they couldn’t fathom.

They hadn’t done a thing.

The chief had heard the creature before them, a Werewolf, no less, had been denied some mystical title because of someone’s blunder, and he’d called the culprit an absolute fool, nearly fainting in disbelief.

“My lord, who are you referring to? Who’s this person?” he asked, despite having a sneaking suspicion of the guilty party.

It was likely the descendant of the hunter who once brought wealth to their little hamlet.

Almost reflexively, the chief’s eye’s swept over the crowd of villagers, searching for a particular face among them.

He remembered that family had come to the gathering that day.

Some of the older folks seemed to grasp the situation as well, their gazes falling on a pale–faced young

man.

Aleck Lane, his family was among the wealthiest in the village.

After all, it was the Lane family whose fortunes had spurred the local economy, owning almost half of the mandrake farming contracts.

The Lanes were well–regarded in the village, and Aleck had lived a life of luxury since birth, moving to the city and only returning to his roots during the holidays, carrying with him the airs of a spoiled rich kid.

He was popular with the village youth, loved his liquor, and was known for his drunken rants.

Today, he’d come to the mountain seeking excitement and a glimpse of the rumored Werewolf, never imagining it would all come crashing down on him.

As the accusation sank in, Aleck vaguely remembered something absurd he’d once said, something he’d dismissed as a drunken dream.

He’d never connected it to the odd occurrences plaguing the village.

If only he’d known…

But how could he have confessed?

swift kick landed on his behind,

giving him space to fall.

out, he felt a painful twist on his ear. It was Cox

to the mountain.

family had suffered most from the recent misfortunes,

of me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I told you

knew the value of hard–won

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forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down! from the elders, they were always the main contributors to

thought his son would ruin everything?

village for years, and it wouldn’t have been too much to

meant a windfall for the Lanes

all

didn’t hesitate to discipline Aleck on the spot, with none of the villagers raising a voice in defense.

Werewolf watched coldly, silent until Cox finished and,

you. Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it. Please don’t hold the village accountable. Just say the word,

not entirely selfless, was practical.

Werewolf, the village had benefited from his family’s fortune for years.

couldn’t just say

to resentment, focusing on losses

to share the consequences, it would only breed bitterness.

After all, the family’s roots were still in the village, and he had

Cox’s words softened the villagers‘ stance, even earning

can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all prospered thanks to

bowed to the

only that it would spare

the resentment fade, yet it wasn’t ready

whatever it wished, but

truly sought vengeance, it could claim his son’s life.

think of it.

Cox pinned his hopes on Winnie