Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 525

She Simply stared coldly at her subordinates, who were desperately trying to comfort themselves and patch over the embarrassment, while the frustration inside he only burned hotter.

Unlike them, she understood the industry well.

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The fact that Tycoon Farm’s fruits and vegetables sold at such, high prices while customers still flocked to buy them already proved their technology and quality were exceptional.

A farm like that investing heavily in advanced transportation systems and agricultural machinery made perfect sense.

As for salaries, she remembered the regional manager proudly announcing during the last meeting that the forced bundle sale strategy had been a massive success and had significantly boosted profit margins.

But when it came to employee pay raises, he’d only vaguely promised “appropriate adjustments.”

In the end, each employee got a token raise of one or two thousand stellar coins at most, and management st?!! branded it as performance–based growth.

Even her own salary as a supervisor hadn’t increased in two years.

Sixty thousand stellar coins sounded impressive. But after deducting the outrageous cost of living in the capital, plus the endless inspections from upper management, customer complaints, and performance pressure…

Newman’s comment about 50,000 stellar coins felt like a thorn lodged directly into the most resentful corner of her heart.

“Go back now,” Cyndi said coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And nobody says a word about tonight. Especially the salary issue. Understood?”

“Understood…” the group answered weakly, eyes darting around/Clearly, none of them had fully taken her warning to heart.

“Especially you, Michael.” Cyndi stared directly at him. “Watch your mouth. If I hear any rumors floating around…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat was obvious.

Michael nodded rapidly while cold sweat spread across his back.

The next shuttle arrived, and the group boarded with their own thoughts swirling in their minds. An eerie silence filled the cabir

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Nobody mentioned Newman anymore, but those high salaries kept echoing through every single head.

Cyndi sat by the window, watching the colorful holographic billboards stream past outside.

One massive advertisement repeatedly played Seafarm Supermarket’s latest promotion. “Balanced Nutrition, Healthy Choices! Buy selected meat, eggs, and dairy products to enjoy premium produce bundles!”

The customers in the ad were smiling brightly. Shelves overflowed with beautiful merchandise.

But Cyndi felt empty inside.

She had the strange feeling that something had already started cracking apart.

Newman’s appearance had been like a mirror, exposing the rot hidden beneath Seafarm’s polished exterior.

When a company could only maintain its image through forced bundle sales, squeezing employees dry, and burning through

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When employees could see a future, couldn’t learn real skills, and spent their lives repeating mechanical labor for barely survivable wages, the whole system was bound to break.

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The second they heard her footsteps, all three jerked uprigi, like startled rabbits, moving in eerie unison.

Calum especially reacted–fast, shoving both hands behind his back, his little face fulhof panic.

“What are you doing?” Cyndi’s voice unconsciously took on the sharp authority she used at work.

“N–Nothing!” Oscar answered immediately, forcing out an awkward smile. “Mom was just showing Calum some new reading flashcards. Right, Mom?”

Deborah nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, flashcards. I just bought them. They’ve got pictures and everything.”

As she spoke, she reached for something on the coffee table, clearly trying to hide it behind her back.

But Cyndi had already spotted the corner of a bright red object and a familiar white box lid with a clean, upscale design peeking out from underneath.

That packaging…

Earlier today, while dealing with a customer complaint at the store, she had seen a nearly identical fruit container.

A customer buying Tycoon Farm produce had accidentally dropped it during an argument over bundled sales.

A surge of anger shot through her chest.

Again. This again. How many times had I told them?!

“What are you hiding?!” Cyndi’s voice suddenly rose, sharp enough to slice through the quiet room. “Oscar! Deborah! How many times have I told you not to feed Calum random junk?! Do you know if food from outside is clean? Is it safe? Do you know how many additives are in that stuff? Especially those so–called organic products with shady origins–they’re all marketing gimmicks

She strode over, eyes locked onto her mother–in–law’s concealed hand and her son’s clenched fists behind his back. “Calum, har out. What are you hiding?”

Startled by her harsh tone, Calum flinched violently. His eyes instantly turned red as he looked helplessly toward his father and grandmother.

“Cyndi, what the hell are you doing?” Oscar stood up and stepped in front of their son, his face darkening. “You come home and immediately start yelling. You’re scaring him!”

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“I’m scaring him? You’re the ones hurting him!” Cyndi shot back without backing down, pointing at the coffee table. “What is th Another miracle height–growth supplement from somebody’s social media shop? Or some brain–boosting health food from one those wellness blogs? Deborah, I already told you that stuff is all a scam! Calum is still growing. Everything he eats has to be carefully controlled! Did you secretly give him random things again?”

Deborah’s face turned red, then pale, under the barrage of accusations. She stammered, “Cyndi, it’s not that kind of thing this time…”

“Oh? Then what is it? Show me!” Cyndi reached for the box on the coffee table.

“That’s enough!” Oscar suddenly grabbed her wrist hard enough to hurt. Cyndi winced and stared at him in shock.