The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 266

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Elizabeth did not bother to look at the list before approving it. Compared to her earlier purchases, each costing hundreds of millions, this expense was so minor it barely registered.

She let out a long sigh, trying to push away the sting of having spent so much money.

She could not stay here another minute. If she kept staring at these numbers, she might actually cancel some of those robot orders.

“We’re going home. Contact our ship right now and set a course for Planet A001.” Elizabeth’s tone was brisk, making Fiona and Hexo straighten at once.

She had spent a staggering fortune. Every second she waited now felt like watching more money slip away.

They had to get back immediately. She wanted those machines working, new land broken, seeds planted, and crops growing as soon as possible.

Only by expanding the farm at full speed could she hope to recover what she had just spent.

Otherwise, she would never get a good night’s sleep again.

Back on her private ship, Elizabeth opened up her holographic screen, already drafting plans for how those twenty robots would split up the workload and sync with her team. She could almost see the junk–strewn fields turning into neat rows of farmland, mechanical arms glinting in the sun.

That vision was the only thing that made her chest hurt a little less.

The Lakeview Solarium at the Armstrong Manor.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall glass dome, bathing the white carpets and velvet chairs in a golden glow.

A rich, roasted sweetness lingered in the air, almost decadent.

Lilith lounged in an armchair, all grace forgotten, her cheeks flushed with joy.

She held a crisp golden fry in one hand and a ruby–red strawberry in the other.

Instead of ketchup, she dipped the fry in a bowl of glossy, homemade strawberry jam before taking a bite.

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There was a delicate crunch as she bit down. The outer shell shattered, and the soft potato inside melted with a rush of buttery warmth and tart–sweet strawberry.

Lilith closed her eyes, letting a small sigh slip out.

She took a bite of the strawberry, letting its natural sweetness linger on her tongue. Then she sipped her tea, perfectly steeped and just the right temperature. In that moment, life felt absolutely flawless.

The city’s wealthiest woman was selling today, and Lilith had come prepared.

She had mobilized every servant, gardener, driver, and even off–duty security–sixteen people in total–to wait in line at Mercury Plaza.

The sight made it look like the Armstrongs were about to buy out the entire plaza.

Lilith’s love of strawberries was so deep that she had even paid a premium to get 500 extra berries.

She wanted to indulge without a second thought.

The solarium door slid open in silence, and two elegantly dressed, distinguished middle–aged adults stepped inside.

The man was a little heavyset, with a round, pleasant face and a smile that never quite hid the sharp glint in his eyes.

This was Lilith’s father, Andrew Armstrong, one of the top ten mining tycoons in the Kingdom.

The woman, still striking and elegant, moved with perfect poise, but her eyes gleamed as she locked onto Lilith’s plate.

This was Lilith’s mother, Maeve Armstrong.

“Sweetheart, we’re here! Oh, what is that smell? It’s irresistible…” Andrew’s words trailed off as he spotted the half–eaten fry and strawberry in Lilith’s hands and the empty plate with only a smear of jam and crumbs.

Maeve moved faster than expected, her elegance vanishing as she snatched the delectable fry right out of Lilith’s hand before she could pop it into her mouth.

Andrew was a beat behind, but he grabbed the strawberry from Lilith’s right hand.

“Hey! Dad! Mom! What are you doing?” Lilith snapped out of her food daze, annoyance in her voice as she opened her eyes to protest. She was met with two faces, both frozen in a mix of shock, delight, and disbelief.

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