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The vegetable shop quickly reopened, and several customers eager to buy vegetables were astonished to see the shop transformed.

Only after inquiring did they learn that Big Liu had actually apologized to Lindsey Wolfe and even replaced everything he had damaged with new items.

All those who had just heard the news were shocked.

“How is that possible?”

Gillian Lampe thought she was hallucinating, “Are you kidding me? Big Liu took the initiative to apologize to Lindsey Wolfe and replaced the broken items with new ones?”

“I saw it with my own eyes while I was strolling through town this morning.

Could that be false?”

“Yes, I saw it too, and a few restaurant owners in town have started buying

their vegetables from Lindsey Wolfe.”

“Oh my God, isn’t Lindsey Wolfe going to get rich now?”

“Exactly, she’s going to make a fortune now!”

“Not just them, Jules Jensen and the others are also making a good profit.” Listening to the surrounding chatter, Gillian Lampe’s face immediately darkened.

She didn’t know if Lindsey Wolfe had approached anyone else, but Lindsey Wolfe had approached her with a better offer than the others.

However, she had not only refused but had driven her away.

She had assumed Lindsey Wolfe had been duped by others and would eventually lose everything, yet now Lindsey seemed to be making a lot of money.

It would be one thing if only the Reverie Inn from the county were involved, but even Big Liu was helping her drum up business.

Had she known it would be so profitable, she would never have refused in the

first place!

Gillian Lampe was nearly green with regret.

Just then, Greg Jensen rode up on his tricycle, with Lindsey Wolfe sitting beside

him.

The cart was empty; the full load of vegetables from the morning had clearly

been sold out.

“All, Freya’s back. Have you sold all the vegetables today?” “Freya, I heard your shop is doing well. Can I also invest a share?

Several people chatting nearby crowded around Lindsey Wolfe as soon as they saw her, showering her with compliments and subtly suggesting their interest in buying shares.

“Sorry, but we have enough vegetables already.”

After Lindsey Wolfe finished speaking, she urged Greg Jensen to keep riding forward.

However, those few people weren’t willing to let her go and directly blocked the tricycle.

One of them said sarcastically, “Hey, Lindsey Wolfe, now that you’re a boss, do you no longer recognize people?”

“That’s right. Back during the hard years, you even borrowed a kilo of rice from

us.”

Seeing Lindsey Wolfe’s refusal, several people immediately changed their tune, their comments fast turning to mocking sarcasm.

Lindsey Wolfe was not one to be trifled with; hearing their words, her expression immediately chilled:

“I repaid the rice I borrowed from you long ago, with an extra half kilo on top. Also, I approached you in the beginning, and you were the ones who refused. How can you blame me?”

The previous speaker’s face changed slightly, a hint of guilt in his voice: “Who knew if your business would make money?”

“Exactly, what if it had lost money?”

Lindsey Wolfe laughed in exasperation, immediately retorting, “It’s normal for business to have gains and losses. You guys didn’t want to partner up initially, and now that you see it making money, you want to reap the benefits?

So you mean to say the risks should be borne by others and the profits belong to you? Maybe I should just give you the money instead, then you wouldn’t have to do anything at all!”

“You…”

The few people were immediately left speechless, their faces turning alternately red and white with embarrassment, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

“Hum, thinking you can take advantage here? You must be blind!” Lindsey Wolfe looked disdainfully at them and said to Greg Jensen, “Silly Greg, let’s go.”

“Alright.”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help but snicker secretly, impressed with how well Lindsey could hold her own in a confrontation.

“That Lindsey Wolfe is really infuriating!”

“Exactly, making a bit of money and they forget their own surname.”

“What a piece of work.”

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, a few women who had just been rebuffed were cursing Lindsey Wolfe in a free-for-all.

Gillian Lampe, who had been silent, watched with cold eyes but laughed scornfully inside.

A bunch of losers!

She had originally sent these women over to talk first, hoping that once Lindsey agreed to let them buy shares, she could follow suit.

But to her surprise, it took only a few sentences for them to be shot down by Lindsey without a comeback.

What a bunch of losers!

“Gillian, why aren’t you saying anything?”

“We’re thinking of going to see Lindsey again to talk, do you want to come with us?”

Gillian Lampe looked at them and shook her head, “Forget it, you go ahead, I’m not interested in joining this fuss.”

Going now would be nothing but humiliating oneself, what was the point?

“I’ve got things to do, I’m leaving first.”

Gillian Lampe glanced at the few people, then started walking home.

“Gillian, why are you leaving?”

“Leave her be, it’s her choice not to go.”

“She’s Greg’s great-aunt, after all, she’s not like us; maybe that bitch Lindsey will let Gillian buy shares just because of Greg’s face.”

Gillian obviously didn’t hear these words behind her.

However, she was thinking the same thing as those women.

Her husband, Marcus Jensen, was Greg’s great-uncle after all; even though they didn’t interact much, blood is thicker than water.

Lindsey would definitely let her buy a share on account of Greg. Thinking about the money that Lindsey and others had made these days, Gillian’s heart burned with desire, and her steps quickened.

When she got home, Marcus had just returned.

Seeing this, Gillian hurriedly said, “You should go over to Jules’s house later.”

“Why should I go there?”

Marcus was puzzled. Gillian had been keeping him away from Greg, afraid that Greg’s stupidity would cause trouble for them, so she had always prevented Marcus from interacting with Greg.

What was going on today?

“What else could it be? Haven’t you heard that Lindsey has made a fortune?” “Other people making money is their business, what does it have to do with us?”

Marcus put away the farm tools in the warehouse and, sitting on the doorstep, rolled up his tobacco to smoke.

Gillian, seeing his reaction, immediately looked displeased and snorted coldly: “How can you say it has nothing to do with us? The vegetables that Lindsey sells all come from Greg’s fields.

If she hadn’t lured Greg away back then, those vegetable fields would have been ours. You’re telling me this has nothing to do with us?”

Marcus was furious but couldn’t argue with his wife, so he kept his head down and smoked without saying a word.

Gillian, seeing him silent, felt a surge of anger and slapped him on the head, saying angrily:

“I’m talking to you, hurry up and go over there. Tell them our family wants to buy shares. If that bitch Lindsey doesn’t agree, then go find Greg and have him talk to her.”

Marcus, with no other choice, stood up and walked out.

In the small courtyard of the Jensen family, Lindsey was animatedly talking about the inn’s situation, how Mr. Liu had apologized to her, leaving Jules and the others dumbfounded.

“Did Mr. Liu have a change of heart?”

“Change, my ass; a dog can’t change its eating habits. He must be up to something.”

Lindsey fell silent for a moment, then said, “Even if he is up to something, what can he do to me? I don’t have any money for him to swindle.”

“That’s true…