The Starfield Farming Sovereign (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.

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 cool.

There

ered on the ground. Paul’s palm was bleeding, his face dirty, tear marks still fresh.

estrained by Desmond, rage twisting her face. Off to the side, the chubby boy

till fuming.

is tears flowed faster.

8:52 am pppp.

Chapter 341 What Will She Choose?

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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 pulle she we

ree from Desmond’s hold, fixed her collar and hair, lifted her chin, and spoke as if

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

sharply at Paul, then at herself and her son. “Today, this brat crashed into my son and even

to me. He must be punished. My de tely. Second, make him kneel and otional and property damage.”

paused, her face turning arroga dn’t give you a chance. I’m a maj ingdom’s interstellar shipping r If you’re smart and do what I a Otherwise…”

She dragged out the la

voice so everyone again. I’ll also te and lets work

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