The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 92

How could Todd not be desperate?

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After seeing Todd off, Elizabeth noticed that the medical researchers in white lab coats–the ones wh stepped forward earlier to verify the authenticity of her certificate–were now standing in line as well

She looked surprised. “You… preordered potatoes too?”

The lead researcher, a man named Jake Harmon, smiled and nodded. “Yes, Tycoon Boss. Quite a few our colleagues at the hospital placed orders. They can’t leave their posts, so we’re here to collect every on their behalf. Is that alright?”

“Of course.” Elizabeth nodded. “As long as you can provide valid order confirmations.”

Jake immediately pulled up more than a dozen orders on his device.

Each one was substantial–hundreds of potatoes at a time–and when combined, the total was staggeri

That scene completely erased the last traces of doubt in the minds of the onlookers who’d still been hesitating,

Even police officers and hospital researchers are buying in bulk!

These potatoes have to be something special!

Maybe they have some miraculous effect that ordinary people don’t even know about!

After processing Jake and the others‘ large batch orders, Elizabeth realized the line for potatoes was growing longer and longer.

The crowd’s enthusiasm hit an all–time high. People who’d originally planned to buy just a few to try the out were now increasing their orders on the spot.

In the end, the full 20,000 potatoes Elizabeth had brought were completely sold out in less than one morning.

Many people at the back of the line didn’t get any and refused to leave, crowding around her. “Boss, when are you coming back?”

“Yeah, Boss, give us a date! We didn’t even get any!”

Surrounded by the excited crowd, Elizabeth raised her voice to calm them. “Everyone, don’t worry! I’ll post the exact stall schedule on Starnet’s ‘Free Market‘ page. Please follow the updates there!”

With that promise, the crowd finally dispersed, though reluctantly.

Looking at her now–empty stall and the surge of stellar coins in her account, Elizabeth let out a long breath. This trip to Centria Planet had been a complete success.

After packing up, she planned to go find the little boy who collected scrap and see whether he’d gathered any new crop seeds for her over the past few days.

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Her wristband suddenly vibrated with an incoming call from an unknown number.

Elizabeth answered, and a strange man’s voice came through. “Eliza, you’ve been out playing long Your temper should’ve cooled by now, don’t you think? Isn’t it time to come home?”

Come home?

Elizabeth blinked, utterly baffled.

Who is this?

And why is he lecturing me like that?

She shot back without hesitation, her tone thick with sarcasm. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong number. W I go home or not has nothing to do with you.”

There was a noticeable pause on the other end.

Through the faint static, Elizabeth could almost hear him taking a deep breath, as if struggling to cor himself.

A few seconds later, the man’s voice returned, heavier now. “Elizabeth! It’s your father.”

Father?

Benjamin?

Fragments of memory belonging to the original Elizabeth flickered through her mind.

Cold indifference. Favoritism. Choosing to sacrifice his daughter to protect the family’s interests when mattered most…

The man calling himself “father” seemed to think invoking that title would be enough to suppress her. H tone softened, dripping with self–righteous understanding. “Eliza, I know you’re angry. You’re still resent that I didn’t plead for you and let you be exiled to Garbage Planet. But I did it for your own good…”

Elizabeth had zero interest in listening to his “for your own good” speech. She cut him off coldly. “Sorry, wrong number. My dad died shortly after my mom passed away.”

On the other end, Benjamin nearly choked on her words. He suppressed his fury and tried to maintain hi benevolent father tone.

“Eliza, I was always busy with work before and neglected your feelings. You’ve suffered a lot. But I’m your father. There’s no need to hold grudges. When you were exiled to Garbage Planet, I didn’t sleep a single peaceful night. Give me a chance to make it up to you. Come home, alright?”

Listening to such shameless hypocrisy, Elizabeth almost laughed. She didn’t hold back.

“Mr. Schofield, are you possessed by something unclean? Or are you just getting old and developing early- onset Alzheimer’s, running around claiming daughters that aren’t yours? As I recall, you publicly announced you only have one daughter, Hannah.”

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Her voice was ice–cold, every word landing like a lash across Benjamin’s face.

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“You little…” Benjamin’s sore spot had been struck. His mask of kindness shattered instantly. “Elizabeth How dare you speak to me like that! I am your father!”

“Father?” Elizabeth scoffed. “When I needed one, where were you? And now, you show up pretending t some devoted parent? Spare me, Mr. Schofield. Your acting’s terrible. It makes me sick.”

She didn’t give Benjamin another chance to speak. She cut the call and immediately blacklisted the number.

Schofield Castle, study.

Benjamin stared at the disconnected line, his face turning livid as he hurled the communicator in his h