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?

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

villagers parted, giving him space

he felt a painful twist on his ear. It

to the mountain.

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

effort, he hadn’t hesitated to contribute. But to discover that the source of all this 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 days drinking and gambling with your fair–weather

knew the value of hard–won

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with a deep respect for the spirits of the woods,

thought his son would ruin

the village for years, and it wouldn’t have been too much to build a shrine in its honor.

it gain its title could have meant a

now, all was

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

silent until Cox finished and, half–fearing,

will bear it. Please

plea, though not entirely selfless, was

the village had benefited from his family’s fortune for years. If it all ended

couldn’t just say that.

focusing on losses rather than gains.

to share the consequences, it would only

and earn their gratitude. After all, the family’s roots were still in

words softened the villagers‘ stance, even earning

the whole village. We can’t let your family shoulder

they all bowed to the Werewolf, asking how they could make amends.

that it would spare

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

penalty, whatever it wished, but he was secretly

Werewolf. If it truly sought vengeance, it could claim his

not think of it.

pinned his hopes on Winnie from the television crew nearby.