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

usually pointed to

and top-notch water quality. The soil was

villagers lived

rarely needing

What, then, was happening?

low

getting sick, did anything unusual

plants dying

struck by a sudden realization, and

“Yes,

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crops started dying. However…..”

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

of our own are

A pharmaceutical factory?

gaze. Without wasting

head

tuned. I’m going

those words, he

hold up

gestured emphatically, turning to a young man with a buzz cut by his side. “Meet my

Asher. You

know your way around, so he’ll guide

With the earnest Asher Chesire riding shotgun, he revved up

red

off toward Abason

north of the Chesire estate,

Mountain.

“We’re here, Alex!”

at a sleek industrial park up ahead, his voice tinged with a hint

That’s the pharma plant. Rumor has it the owner’s a northerner, goes

from

Porsche by the curb

toward the

park’s entrance.

“What’s your business here?!”

charged over, batons

off-limits to

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

won’t…”

to

with a wave of his hand, his tone composed and detached. “I have reason

to your waste disposal. If you’re

fear. So open up!”

An inspection?

glances, then sneered at

an inspection? Don’t test

that, they strutted off toward their

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crops started dying. However…..”

trailed off, uncertainty clouding his face. “The factory folks claimed their purifiers would prevent

and a lot of our own are employed

A pharmaceutical factory?

flickered in Alexander’s gaze. Without wasting another moment,

stay tuned. I’m

words, he

up

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