The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Who Are You?

Isabella nodded subtly as she listened.

She had already heard all about Elizabeth’s so–called “dark history,” and she was quite dissatisfied

Cristian wasn’t just the kingdom’s hero. To her, he was like family.

He was capable, upright, and steady—a truly exceptional young man.

But his marriage had always been a worry.

When the main system used a little “special authority” to arrange that engagement for the perfect; natch, Isabella hadn’t fully approved, but she didn’t step in to stop it either.

she figured that if Cristian really couldn’t accept it, they could call it off after the one–year mark.

No matter what, she wouldn’t let the kingdom’s top general get shortchanged by marriage.

Still, things seemed to be going better than she’d expected.

At the very least, Zaylee was happy with her new daughter–in–law, and Elizabeth didn’t seem comple

opeless.

Respecting and caring for elders is always a good thing,” Isabella said softly, hinting that she was entatively approving of Elizabeth.

Seeing her friend’s reaction, Zaylee grinned and couldn’t resist bragging more. “Oh, that reminds me Elizabeth didn’t just send strawberries. She sent sweet potatoes and regular potatoes, too! They looked ind of plain, so I didn’t include them in what I sent you. I’ll try them first. If they’re good, I’ll share ha with you later!”

Her mix of protectiveness and playful eagerness to share made Isabella laugh. The stress from days of unning state affairs felt a little lighter.

She glanced at the few red strawberries left, then at her old friend’s joyful face on the screen. A genuine uriosity began to grow inside her for that young girl so far away on Garbage Planet–a girl she had nev

net.

As the Hewitts‘ visit approached, Benjamin’s anxiety twisted tighter, like vines wrapping around a tree.

Scarface, who had taken the mission, had vanished completely. There had been no word from him.

3y dark web rules and Scarface’s greed, he would have demanded his final payment immediately after inishing the mission.

Yet a day left before the deadline, his communicator stayed dead silent. Benjamin’s heart pounded at the emptiness.

Reading his tense expression, Alessia carefully handed him a cup of chamomile tea and asked softly,

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Chapter 124 Who Are You?

“Benjamin, Commander Hewitt and Mrs. Zaylee will arrive tomorrow. Still no word from Eliza? If: here, won’t they think we…”

She didn’t dare say the word “tricked,” but worry was written all over her face.

Benjamin rubbed his forehead impatiently and snapped, “Enough!”

He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm the anger inside, and braced himself. “If Elizabeth do come tomorrow, we’ll just tell them she’s upset about her exile, staying on Planet A001 to clear her r and doesn’t want to return yet.”

Sometimes honesty was the only option left.

Alessia wanted to protest, but a single glance at Benjamin’s cold, unyielding stare made her hold bac worry etched on her face only grew deeper.

By night, Benjamin couldn’t sit still any longer.

He went into his study alone, ran the encryption sequence, and logged into the hidden dark web inte

Holding onto a last thread of hope, he sent a message to Scarface’s contact code, “How’s the mission g Do you still want the final payment?”

He didn’t expect an answer. Maybe Scarface had failed or even been killed already.

To his shock, a notification pinged minutes later. There was a reply!

Benjamin felt a rush of excitement and immediately tapped it open.

It wasn’t a text but a short video.

The background was a dim, filthy garbage heap.

In the middle, a man covered head to toe in grime, his face and body marked with bruises and dried blood, was bent over. Slowly and mechanically, he picked up a rusty scrap of metal and tossed it into an old wooden handcart.

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