They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 116 - 116 Master Minds

Chapter 116: Master Minds Chapter 116: Master Minds But it seemed each passing day was determined to prove that there were always new depths to human deception.

The crowd stirred, whispers spreading like wildfire.

Some looked doubtful, others curious, and a few outright hostile.

Nnenna, standing a bit farther away, listened carefully to the entire exchange, her mind racing.

What?

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

‘This entire mess… was because of me?’ She had picked this spot randomly, assuming that since it was a market, it didn’t belong to any particular person but was government owned, free for vendors to set up their stalls, even if just temporarily.

She never imagined it was private property.

A strange warmth filled her chest as she realized something else.

Despite all this, the old man hadn’t mentioned her at all.

He was shielding her, protecting a girl he barely knew.

Her hands clenched slightly at her sides.

She wanted to step in, but she knew better.

Even if she spoke up, who would listen to a fifteen year old girl in a servant’s uniform, hidden behind a shawl and sunglasses?

No one.

She decided to keep watching.

The woman, still standing tall with her arms crossed, scoffed.

“An apology?

Oh, no.

That won’t cut it.

We’re not just going to accept a simple ‘sorry’ after you’ve been making profits on our land for two days.” She smirked, her voice dripping with false reasonability.

“There’s only one fair way to settle this.” She paused for effect before delivering her demand.

“You hand over every single money you made on both days.

All of it.

That way, we can call it even.” When the woman demanded the old man hand over all the profits he had made in the past two days, the crowd’s reaction shifted.

Murmurs rippled through the gathering, a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Wait, all of it?” one man whispered, his eyebrows furrowed.

“She wants everything he made?” “That’s too much,” a woman in the crowd muttered.

“How can she ask for all of it?

He worked hard for that.” Some people exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to react.

A young man shook his head, voice low, “No way that’s fair.

She’s trying to rob him blind.” But others, more sympathetic to the woman’s position, nodded thoughtfully.

“I see her point,” an older man said, scratching his chin.

“If he was using my land, he would compensate.

Seems only right.” “But asking for all of it?” a woman near the front snorted.

“That’s just greedy.” Another voice chimed in, “She’s got no shame, asking for everything.

People work hard for their money!” The murmurs grew louder, with some members of the crowd visibly agitated while others seemed to consider the woman’s demands.

The tension was palpable, and it was clear the situation was far from resolved.

Nnenna stood rooted on the same spot clenching her fists.

This was extortion.

Most of the crowd that had gathered didn’t look convinced.

In fact, several people frowned in disapproval.

The old man hadn’t made money because of the land.

Sure, it provided a space, but that wasn’t what drew customers in.

His success came from his hard work, his delicious cooking, the way he used mouthwatering aromas to lure people in, the free samples that got them hooked, and his warm, welcoming nature.

One man in the crowd couldn’t take it anymore.

“Man, this is unreasonable!” The voice belonged to one of the construction workers from the previous day.

He stood up, arms crossed, his face set in a deep scowl.

“How can you demand all of his profits?” he snapped.

“Not even a percentage, but everything?

Do you hear yourself?” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.

“He worked himself to the bone yesterday, with his granddaughter helping him—” Nnenna almost choked at that.

Granddaughter?

“—and today, with his children!” the man continued heatedly.

“And you want to take away everything they earned just because they set up here?” The construction worker scoffed.

“If that’s how it works, then why don’t you just charge a reasonable rent instead of stealing their money?” More voices joined in now, nodding and muttering in agreement.

“Besides,” the man added with a defiant smirk, “he could’ve set up shop right in the middle of the street, and we still would’ve bought from him!” A few people chuckled, and the woman’s face darkened.

Nnenna crossed her arms, watching closely.

The tides were turning.

“Your land had little to do with their profits aside from providing some shade for us to eat under!” the construction worker scoffed, crossing his arms.

“If you’re calling them criminals just because they set up shop under a tree, then I guess all of us who ate here must be their accomplices!” A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd, followed by amused murmurs.

“Yes, yes!

We must be the real masterminds!” someone called out, sending another wave of chuckles through the people.

“Maybe we should all hand over our money too,” another man joked, flipping his pockets inside out dramatically.

The laughter grew louder, and people started throwing in more sarcastic remarks.

“Why don’t you confiscate the food we ate too?” a woman said, pretending to look inside her purse.

“Oh wait!

Maybe you should check my toilet, what I ate yesterday should be there by now!” That sent the crowd into an uproar, some clutching their stomachs as they laughed.

Even a few bystanders who had been neutral before started grinning.

“Don’t forget the one in my stomach now!” an elderly man waved at the hoodlums, patting his belly with a smirk.

“Come take it while it’s still fresh!” The atmosphere turned into a storm of mocking laughter, echoing down the marketplace.

The hoodlums shifted uncomfortably, clearly embarrassed, their confidence cracking under the weight of public ridicule.

They were fuming, their faces red with humiliation.

One of them pointed a trembling finger at the old man, his voice seething with anger.

“We’ll be back,” he growled.

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