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Haran Village had received a piece of news.

The government had approved, and Haran Village had begun road construction.

The construction team, the designer, and the planner arrived in Haran Village early in the morning, startling the village chief. Afterwards, they started to survey the area, planning the terrain.

Since it was an approved project, it didn't require the village's consent, which left the village chief anxious, "Who's paying for this?"

After all, he was the village chief; how had he heard nothing about this?

The construction team leader, smiling, assured him, "Village Chief, rest assured, someone is responsible for this matter. The villagers don't need to worry about it. We just ask that during our construction period, the villagers avoid wandering around and disrupting our work site."

The village chief quickly waved his hands, "No, absolutely not!"

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Ellen Young was at home, where she had been busy for several days, finally managing to clean up the house to look somewhat inhabitable.

The room she was living in had been tidied up by someone by the time she returned; otherwise, these past few days would have been tough.

Since she lived in the back of the village, not many paid attention, and from time to time, a black van would arrive, unloading stacks and boxes of supplies into Ellen Young's house.

A few people also helped her, quickly transforming her courtyard according to her requests, and when someone was about to come by, they would automatically conceal themselves to ensure they went unnoticed.

The pond was already dug, and she squatted beside it, touching her chin, still planning to construct a small arch bridge over the pond.

Far away, she could see the construction team bustling about, visible from her vantage point on the hillside.

Looking at this scene in front of her, she felt contented.

If it weren't for the village chief who came with a woman wearing sunglasses.

Standing outside the gate enclosed by a hedge, the village chief was calling out, "Ellen Young, Ellen Young, someone is looking for you."

Last time they had asked her to go to the office, and this time the visitor had simply come to her house.

Felicia Frost surveyed the few dilapidated and old houses before her, finding it hard to imagine that the Wood Family's daughter had lived in such a place all these years.

She remembered the Wood Family villa she had incidentally seen once.

It was a magnificent villa, which, compared to here, formed a stark contrast.

Ellen Young stood up and went over, opened the hedge gate, and walked straight outside, standing on the little path overgrown with grass, looking at the woman standing behind the village chief, "You're looking for me?"

Felicia Frost stepped forward, smiling amiably at Ellen Young, "Miss Young, may I talk to you about your sister's matter?"

Ellen Young, "I've said it; I'm not going back."

Felicia Frost, "Of course, well, we won't force you to go back. After all, they are your parents, and whether you acknowledge them is your own business. However, we do have another favor to ask of you."

While Felicia Frost was speaking, she glanced at the village chief, who immediately got the hint, waved his hand, and walked aside to smoke.

These people always had their secrets to discuss.

The fresh mountain breeze blew, and Felicia Frost subconsciously looked aside. From the vantage point of Ellen Young's large courtyard, below the staircase, at a distance, was a sea of green waves, currently rolling and presenting a spectacular view.

If not for different pursuits, living here indeed did offer a pleasant vista.

Felicia Frost turned her head back to face the nonchalant girl standing on the path, her expression complex, "After all, you and Lucy Wood are related by blood, and considering she is your sister, we only ask that you do us a small favor."

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