The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341 What Will She Choose?

Her sharp, loud voice cut through the air, drawing everyone’s attention.

More and more people gathered, pointing and whispering as they watched.

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Paul shrank behind Desmond, staring at the woman’s twisted face and the growing crowd. He grabbed onto Desmond’s clothes, his whole body shaking.

Not because he feared for himself, but because he was afraid he’d cause trouble for Elizabeth, afraid he’d damage the farm’s reputation.

Regret flooded his heart. He shouldn’t have lost control and charged at her.

If he had just endured it, maybe none of this would have happened.

“I… I…” Paul’s lips trembled. Tears finally rolled down, mixing with the blood and dirt on his hands and leaving muddy streaks across his dirty face.

He wanted to apologize. He wanted to drop to his knees and beg if needed—as long as the farm didn’t get dragged into trouble.

“Desmond…” His voice cracked as he lightly tugged on Desmond’s clothes.

Desmond lowered his gaze and saw the fear, pain, and heavy guilt filling Paul’s eyes. The harsh look on his face softened for just a moment. But when he looked back at the woman, his eyes turned cold again.

“An explanation?” Desmond said flatly. “Your child pushed a farm worker first. Then you started shouting and tried to hit someone. What explanation does the farm owe you?”

“Worker? Him?” The woman laughed coldly, like she had heard a ridiculous joke. She pointed at Paul with a look full of disgust. “A hooker’s bastard thinks he counts as a worker? Your farm must be desperate if you’re picking up trash like this! I’m warning you–throw this brat and his crazy mother out right now! Then make him kneel, bow, and beg forgiveness from my son and me. And pay for our emotional damage and my shoes! Or else…”

“Or else what?”

A calm but slightly cold female voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Without thinking, the onlookers moved aside, making a path.

Elizabeth slowly rode forward on her signature hover bike.

Her face stayed calm, showing nothing. Her eyes swept across the chaotic scene, steady and

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Chapter 341 What Will She Choose?

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There were flyers scattered on the ground. Paul’s palm was bleeding, his face dirty, tear marks still fresh. The woman was still being restrained by Desmond, rage twisting her face. Off to the side, the chubby boy was held back by a bodyguard, still fuming.

The moment Paul saw Elizabeth, his tears flowed faster.

But he bit his lip hard and made no sound. He only looked at her with wide eyes filled with fear and guilt.

Elizabeth stopped the bike and walked straight toward him. She looked first at his bleeding hand, her brows tightening slightly.

Then she raised her eyes to the woman, who still acted arrogantly, and repeated, “Or else what?”

The woman clearly recognized Elizabeth as the farm owner. Instead of backing down, she acted even more proudly.

She pulled her wrist free from Desmond’s hold, fixed her collar and hair, lifted her chin, and spoke as if she were granting mercy.

“So you’re the owner of this farm? Good. Take a proper look at the trash you’re hiring! This brat is the illegitimate child that his crazy mother gave birth to after shamelessly seducing a married man! You actually allow someone like that to stay here? Aren’t you worried about ruining your reputation?”

She pointed sharply at Paul, then at herself and her son. “Today, this brat crashed into my son and even knocked into me. He must be punished. My demands aren’t much. First, kick that mother and son out immediately. Second, make him kneel and bow to us and apologize. Third, pay one million stellar coins for emotional and property damage.”

She paused, her face turning arrogant and threatening. “If your farm can’t do that… hmph. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I’m a major shareholder of NovaSea Transport. We control almost half the kingdom’s interstellar shipping routes. Didn’t your farm have its routes cut before, leaving you stuck here? If you’re smart and do what I ask, I can pull some strings and give your goods another chance to ship out. Otherwise…”

She dragged out the last word, sweeping her gaze over the crowd, who clearly had status, and raised her voice so everyone could hear. “Otherwise, I’ll make sure you never step onto a NovaSea Transport ship again. I’ll also tell every partner and client that your farm is filthy, hides problems, hires bastard children, and lets workers attack customers! Let’s see what respectable people will still come here then!”

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