Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

After putting down his phone, Ian was about to wash his face when he heard another voice downstairs calling for Susan.

"Hey, Small Fry," the man asked upon seeing Ian emerging from his room, "have you seen Ms. Jadeson?"

"No"

Looking as proud as ever, Ian's already foul mood worsened when he heard yet another request for Susan, prompting him to give a retort that was as cold and stiff as his stance.

Why does everybody only want her help? What about the rest of us volunteers? We might as well go home!

"Oh man, who's going to help me count for the sale of my wares if she's not here?" the middle-aged man wailed. *l'm selling all my lumber today, Small Fry! Say, are you as good as Ms. Jadeson? Why don't you come with me instead?"

"Me?" Ian wondered if his ears deceived him.

Before he could give a definite answer, the panic-stricken villager was already bounding up the stairs toward him.

"Yes, yes, you will do just fine," the man said impatiently as he tugged on Ian's arm. "Hurry up and come with me please; the driver is about to leave. What if I get scammed without an accountant present?"

Ian instinctively took a few steps back.

As was the culture within the village, every important sale necessitated an educated opinion wherever possible.

Even the sale of timber required the careful calculation of its mass to ensure equity for both parties.

In the end, Ian decided to consider it a favor to Susan by obliging the villager.

as soon as he arrived at one of the drying

an aura of nobility emanating from his bones. Upon his arrival there, even his fellow volunteers stared at

are we

glances, Ian turned to

pile of peeled fir trees on the ground. "All of that,” he said. "The buyer will come and measure it. After that, please record it in my ledger and exchange the necessary documents with

That's it?

took the paper

arrived

inexperienced teenager, he took out a measuring tape and

minute. Is that all?" Ian stopped the pair of

glared at

else

at the sizable mass of branches while opting to ignore

the actual length while conveniently leaving out the top of the

wily fox

they teach you how to

"Enlighten me."

and branches are useless to us," the

other in dismay. After witnessing the newcomer's anger, he began to panic at

let's just-" the farmer

cut across to address the buyer, instantly crushing the latter's arrogance. "Then they'll saw off what you didn't pay for, and you can

villagers were struck dumb

a demand to saw off the branches is unprecedented! Will the