The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204 What Was Hiding Behind Her

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If that was really the case, then making a move against her wouldn’t earn them the Hewitts‘ hostility at all. It might even leave the Hewitts owing them a favor.

“But, Mr. Reid…” Richie hesitated before voicing the suspicion that had been nagging at him. “I think the source of those absurdly high–quality strawberries, potatoes, and sweet potatoes may itself have something to do with the Hewitts.”

That immediately set off another round of discussion.

“Right! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Where would a discarded Schofield daughter, someone abandoned by her family and exiled to a garbage planet, get top–tier crops

like those?”

“There’s no way she grew them herself. What kind of hellhole is Planet A001? Its resources are exhausted, the pollution is severe, and calling it a dead zone for life wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Large–scale, high–quality agricultural production in a place like that? Even with the best technology and resources, it still wouldn’t be possible.”

“But if the Hewitts are behind it… then it makes sense. Maybe they’ve mastered some kind of cutting–edge agricultural technology or special resource we don’t know about, and they’re using this unwanted daughter–in–law as the public face for some kind of test or business rollout.”

That possibility made the atmosphere in the conference room even heavier.

If Elizabeth had simply gotten lucky and stumbled across some rare technology or seed stock, then Seafarm Group could still try to steal it or copy it.

But if the Hewitts were standing behind her, then this became something else

entirely

Touching her meant touching the Hewitts‘ interests.

David Bennett, the technical director, adjusted his glasses and added, “From a technical standpoint, the exceptional activity and flavor compounds in those products really don’t seem achievable through conventional methods. If the Hewitts used some kind of

haven’t encountered yet… I can’t rule that out.” military grade technology or access from special channels we

Mason listened to the analysis and speculation from his subordinates, his brows knitted tight, fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

This was absolutely a factor they had to treat with caution.

After a long silence, he finally spoke again, more careful than before. “The Hewitts‘ involvement is definitely a variable. We can’t ignore it. But…”

His tone shifted, and his eyes sharpened again. “Precisely because this may involve the Hewitts, we can’t afford to let it go unchecked. If this really is part of some quiet move by the Hewitts to enter the premium produce market, then the threat to Seafarm Group is even greater. We need the truth.”

He turned to Richie, his instructions now much more specific. “Richie, when you go this time, make that one of your priorities. Find out, as much as you can, where her technology comes from and what her real relationship with the Hewitts is these products really do come from the Hewitts, or if there’s any trace of them behind this, then we’ll need to reassess everything. We may even have to report it upward and let senior leadership decide

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Chapter 204 What Was Hiding Behind Her

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“But if…” Mason’s voice turned cold. “If it turns out this is just her own lucky break, and has nothing to do with the Hewitts, or if the Hewitts simply don’t care whether she lives or dies, then the plan stays the same. We start polite and escalate if necessary. If she cooperates, everything can be discussed. If she refuses…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the icy flash in his eyes said enough.

With profits this large on the table, Seafarm Group wasn’t going to back down just because the Hewitts might be involved.

What they needed now was better intelligence, enough to decide whether their next move should be an olive branch or a butcher’s knife.

“Yes, Mr. Reid. I understand what to do now.” Richie drew in a deep breath, feeling more pressure than ever before.

Masor cast one final look around the room, his voice low and full of weight. “This is both a crisis and an opportunity. If we handle this Mrs. Hewitt properly, we won’t just stabilize the situation. We may even earn major credit for the group. But if we screw it up… you all know the consequences. Meeting adjourned.”

Fenix boarded the starship back to the Seventh Fleet base in one of the kingdom’s border sectors, carrying the joy of reuniting with old comrades and a private thread of anticipation.

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