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?

jolted from his thoughts as a swift kick landed on his

giving him space to fall.

painful twist on his ear.

to the mountain.

misfortunes, and Cox was determined to see

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

had experienced hardship and knew the value of

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forests, and with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods, passed down!

his son would ruin everything?

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

title could have meant a windfall

now, all was

discipline Aleck on the spot, with none of the villagers raising a voice in

until Cox finished and, half–fearing, half–ashamed,

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

entirely

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

couldn’t just say that.

resentment, focusing on

share the consequences, it would

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

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

village. We can’t let your family shoulder this alone. We’ve all

bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could make

protection, only that it would spare them further

feeling some of the resentment fade, yet

whatever it wished, but he was secretly terrified.

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

dared not think of it.

Winnie from the television