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?

a grumble, Aleck was jolted from his thoughts as a swift kick landed on his behind, sending him

villagers parted, giving him space

he felt a painful twist on his ear.

to the mountain.

recent misfortunes, and Cox was

death of me. Look at the mess you’ve made. I told you to focus on your business, not

had experienced hardship and knew

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of the woods, passed down! from the elders, they were always the main

would’ve thought his son would ruin

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

could have meant a windfall for the Lanes

now, all

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

finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed, bowed deeply before the

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

though not entirely selfless,

the Werewolf, the village had benefited from his family’s fortune for years. If it all ended now, they had no right to complain.

he couldn’t just say that.

resentment, focusing

Cox demanded the village to share the consequences,

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

villagers‘ stance, even

a matter for the whole village. We can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all

bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could

protection, only that it would spare them

Werewolf watched Aleck get a thrashing from Cox, feeling some of the resentment fade, yet it wasn’t

punishment or penalty, whatever it wished, but he was secretly

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

not think

his hopes on Winnie from the television crew