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?

was jolted from his thoughts as a swift kick landed on

him space to fall.

twist on his ear. It was Cox

to the mountain.

most from the recent misfortunes, and Cox was determined

the source of all this trouble was Aleck. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I

knew the value of hard–won

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of the woods,

son would

years, and it wouldn’t have been too much

could have meant a windfall for the Lanes and the village.

all

didn’t hesitate to discipline Aleck on the spot, with

silent until Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed deeply before the creature.

Aleck that offended you. Whatever punishment you see fit, the Lane family will bear it. Please don’t

plea, though not entirely selfless, was

family’s fortune for years. If it all ended now, they

couldn’t just say that.

quick to resentment, focusing on losses rather

village to share the consequences, it would only

roots were still in the village,

softened the villagers‘ stance, even earning the

can’t let your family shoulder this

they all bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could

only that

some of the resentment

or penalty, whatever it wished, but

all, this was a cunning Werewolf. If it truly sought vengeance, it could claim his son’s

dared not think of it.

his hopes on Winnie from