Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343 How This Farm Works

Chapter 343 How This Farm Works

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“Take your son, take that insufferable sense of superiority, and get off my property. NovaSea Transport people are not welcome here. Desmond, see them out. If they don’t leave willingly or pull anything else, you know what to do.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Desmond stepped forward, his sheer size doing most of the work before he’d said a word.

He looked at Claire and her bodyguards with the flat, patient expression of someone who had absolutely no problem with this going sideways. “This way.”

Claire’s face went rigid. Her chest heaved. Her fingers shook as she raised one hand and pointed it at Elizabeth, mouth working, searching for something devastating to say. Nothing came. Not with Desmond’s eyes on her. Not with Elizabeth looking at her like she was a minor inconvenience that had already been handled.

The visitors around them weren’t bothering to hide it anymore. The looks they were giving Claire ranged from contempt to outright amusement, and she could feel every single one of them.

She knew exactly what this was. She hadn’t just lost. She’d been publicly humiliated, and she’d taken NovaSea Transport down with her, the whole company casually blacklisted by a farmer while onlookers watched. This would be all over the circuit before the day was out.

“Fine.” The word came out thin and shaking. “You’ll regret this.”

It was the best she could manage. She grabbed her son by the arm, turned on her diamond heels, and half–stumbled toward the exit with her bodyguards flanking her, not once looking back.

The crowd let out a collective breath. Quiet laughter rippled through the group, along with a low swell of murmuring. The looks people turned on Elizabeth, and the mother and son she’d pulled close were full of something that hadn’t been there before. Admiration. Surprise. And a sharper, more focused curiosity.

She grew things no one else could grow. She made firm decisions swiftly. And apparently, when it came to her own people, she didn’t weigh the cost first. She just acted. Even against a shipping giant.

Elizabeth didn’t watch Claire go. Her attention had already moved on, sweeping slowly across the gathered crowd before settling on a small cluster of visitors near the front. The ones who had spoken up earlier. The ones who had physically stepped in front of Paul when Claire’s foot had swung back.

A well–dressed man with an easy, scholarly bearing. A woman who’d come with her daughter.

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Two younger visitors who hadn’t said anything but had planted themselves squarely in Claire’s path anyway, faces tight with open disapproval.

Her expression shifted, just slightly. She looked at them and gave a small, deliberate nod, her voice carrying a warmth that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“Thank you. All of you. What you did mattered.”

The four of them blinked, clearly not expecting to be singled out.

The older man recovered first, lifting a hand with a modest smile. “Ms. Schofield, please. Anyone would’ve done the same. It was nothing.”

“Honestly, that woman was out of line,” the mother with her daughter added, her gaze drifting to Paul, who was still tucked against his mother’s side, shoulders hitching with quiet sobs. “Treating a child like that. It wasn’t right.”

Elizabeth nodded once, then turned to Fiona without preamble.

“Fiona, log this. These four visitors,” she indicated the group, “and their immediate families, are granted walk–in access to the farm for the next month. Identity verification at the gate, no appointment needed. They also get a 20% discount on all purchases. See to it.”

The ripple that went through the crowd this time was louder.

Walk–in access. For a month. With a discount on top.

Every person standing there knew exactly how hard it was to get a reservation slot at this farm. The waiting lists were brutal. There were people with serious money and serious connections who still couldn’t get in. And here was Elizabeth handing four strangers a month of open–door access because they’d done the right thing.

The four visitors looked genuinely stunned. The older man shook his head, almost flustered. “Ms. Schofield, really, this is far too generous. We only did what anyone should’ve done. We can’t accept something like this.”

“You can.” Elizabeth’s tone didn’t leave much room for debate. She glanced at Paul’s face, still blotchy from crying, and when she spoke again, her voice was quiet but carried the kind of clarity that cuts straight through noise. “On this farm, kindness and integrity don’t go unrecognized. If you stand up for one of our people, if you help keep this place what it’s supposed to be, you’re a friend of this farm. That means something here.”

She let her gaze move across the broader crowd, unhurried, taking in the whole of it.

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