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?

from his thoughts as a swift kick landed on his behind, sending him

giving him space to fall.

on his

to the mountain.

most from the recent misfortunes, and Cox was determined to see things resolved.

trouble was Aleck. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I told you to focus on your business, not waste your

experienced hardship and knew the value of hard–won

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business involved the forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed

would’ve thought his son would

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

title could have meant a windfall

all was lost.

discipline Aleck on the spot, with none of the villagers

Werewolf watched coldly, silent until Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed deeply

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

not entirely selfless, was

his family’s fortune for years. If

couldn’t just say

focusing on losses rather than gains.

the village to share the

to take the blame and earn their gratitude. After all, the family’s roots were still in the village, and he had no desire to become

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

your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all prospered thanks to

all bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could make

protection, only that

from Cox, feeling some of the resentment fade, yet it wasn’t ready

punishment or penalty, whatever it wished, but he was

If it truly sought vengeance,

not think of it.

on Winnie from the television