Chapter 0250

That afternoon, at four o’clock, some 200 kilometers from the hustle of Ol’ Mare, lay Amber’s old

stomping

grounds-the Chesire family farm.

It was a slice of rural life, tucked away in the boonies with craggy mountains for neighbors and a village

that

time forgot. The Chesires were the local success story, the one family who had made good in the city,

and the

village’s pride and joy.

“Alex’s here!”

“Let’s roll out the red carpet, folks-Alex’s the Chesire family’s pride and joy!”

“Wait, he married into the family? So he’s the one being kept? What’s he gonna do about the mess

we’re in…”

The villagers were all abuzz at the Chesire crossroads, even before Alexander pulled up.

Then, with a flash of red, his Porsche sliced through the country quietly, easing to a stop before the

curious

onlookers.

“Which one of you is Mister Kashton Chesire?”

Alexander stepped out, all charm and smiles. “So, what’s the word? No need to rush. Just lay it on me.”

Amber’s uncle, or Kashton as he was known, was the head honcho around these parts. He pushed

through the

crowd, his face lined with concern. “You must be Alex. Our village…”

Over the past few months, a mysterious wave of sickness had swept through the village. Those who

sought

medical attention at the county hospital were met with a startling discovery: they all suffered from

stomach

ailments linked to poor dietary hygiene, ranging from mild ulcers to early-stage stomach cancer. Fear

gripped

the entire village.

“We’ve scraped together some cash to get the county’s environmental experts to check things out, and

they assured us our water’s clean,” Kashton explained, his face etched with worry as he let out a heavy

sigh.

“We were hoping that maybe Patrick, who’s made it big in the city, could hook us up with some legit

experts. If this keeps up… Well, it’s just bad news.”

brow creased in

usually pointed to an environmental cause.

mountains, with pristine scenery and top-notch

villagers lived

land, rarely

What, then, was happening?

voice low and

anything unusual happen? Like any small

or plants dying

if struck by

“Yes,

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crops started dying. However…..”

face. “The factory folks claimed

damage, and a lot of our own

A pharmaceutical factory?

gaze. Without

head

I’m going to check out

words, he turned to

hold up a

gestured emphatically, turning to a young man with a buzz cut by

Asher. You

your way around, so he’ll guide

no objections. With the earnest Asher Chesire riding shotgun,

red

off

five or six miles north

Mountain.

“We’re here, Alex!”

the window at a sleek industrial park up ahead, his voice tinged

it the owner’s a northerner,

from

face remained unreadable. He parked the Porsche by the

toward the

park’s entrance.

“What’s your business here?!”

them from afar and charged over, batons at

factory’s off-limits

sheepish grin, shaking his head quickly. “We’re just

won’t…”

to

of his hand, his tone composed and detached.

villagers’ sickness is tied to your waste disposal. If

fear. So open up!”

An inspection?

exchanged wary glances, then sneered at Alexander. “Who do you think

Don’t test my patience,

that, they strutted off

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crops started dying. However…..”

off, uncertainty clouding his face. “The factory folks claimed

a lot of

A pharmaceutical factory?

of insight flickered in Alexander’s gaze. Without wasting

tuned. I’m going to check out

those words, he

hold up

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