The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 184: Locked Up

Not to mention accepting them, even looking at them for an extra second seemed like a waste of attention.

In their eyes, these few orphaned little beasts.

Were just a burden, doomed to starve to death in the wilderness, worse than stray dogs.

In the end, it was Claire Joyce who couldn’t stand it anymore.

She gritted her teeth and took the cubs from the village chief’s arms, turning to head back to her shabby wooden hut.

She wasn’t unaware of the trouble.

But she couldn’t bear those few pairs of wet eyes.

Fortunately, they only eat grass and aren’t used to drinking milk.

They’re not picky either; tender leaves, moss, and dried dandelion roots can fill their stomachs.

Raising them was indeed easy, and they didn’t cause any noise or fuss.

At night, they curled up in her arms, purring softly as they slept soundly.

Though it was worry-free, there was always a hint of dependence that tugged at the heart in that quietness.

On the day she went to town, she withdrew more money than ever before.

A total of 2,137, her palms were sweaty, so damp they soaked her sleeves.

She stood at the bank counter, head lowered, her nails unconsciously digging into her palm.

The clerk inside the counter was rather polite.

Wearing a crisply ironed uniform, a badge on his chest, and a professional smile on his face.

Nowadays, everything’s paid electronically; cash transactions are rare, almost a thing of the past.

Since he started at the unit, he’d handled this type of transaction only a dozen times in ten years.

The money-counting machine was usually gathering dust.

Precisely because it’s so rare, he was extra nervous, afraid of making a mistake and losing his job.

He was even more nervous than she was, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he counted the stack of money five times.

Once confirmed, he handed it over with both hands, steady and firm.

"Honored female, this is your money, please take it."

His voice was very gentle.

Claire Joyce’s face turned red.

The stack of money felt as hot as fresh pancakes straight from the griddle.

As she took it, the tips of her fingers trembled slightly beyond her control, and even her breath was held.

It felt like with this acceptance, she was shouldering a certain weight of destiny.

"Th-thank you."

The clerk grinned, displaying neat, white teeth.

"May your days be pleasant, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, he added another sentence.

"Even with a lot of money, take it easy, spend at your own pace." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Once she stepped out the door, her heart beat like a drum, pounding in her chest.

It was hard to say whether it was because the clerk was too handsome, his smile too warm, or because the stack of money in her hand was too heavy, weighing down her very soul.

Actually, the total was just over two thousand bucks; back then, it wouldn’t have even exchanged for half a bag of rice.

During those days of runaway inflation, even a grain of rice had to be split in half.

But for her group, who lived sparingly even on leftovers, this figure was like gold falling from the sky.

She swallowed, her throat moved.

The rabbit in her arms seemed to sense her emotions, its ears twitching lightly.

Then it curled up into a ball, its fluffy body pressed against her heart.

She carefully tucked the money into the innermost pocket of her clothes, wrapping it twice with fabric strips, before turning to leave.

Just as she took a step, a few towering figures suddenly emerged from the corner of the street, blocking her path neatly.

The leader was a female.

She knew her; after Selene Kane left, this woman had been using her status as the only female in town with A-level spiritual power to act tyrannically, leading a group of male henchmen to bully the weak.

If Selene hadn’t left earlier, when would she have had the chance to parade her power and put on such airs?

Back when Selene was around, the entire town was orderly, no one dared to make trouble.

But now, order had already been trampled into the mud.

"What do you want?"

Claire Joyce frowned, stopping in her tracks, her voice turning cold.

She cradled the smallest rabbit protectively in her arms.

Claire glanced at her calmly, her gaze devoid of any ripples.

This woman had a truly appalling figure, her waist as thick as a barrel, and her legs short and stout.

The rolls of flesh on her belly layered upon each other, tier by tier.

Her entire build was wider than Claire’s own by an entire margin.

The woman immediately widened her eyes, glaring back fiercely, anger in her eyes unhidden.

She lifted her hand into a slap, the action crisp and direct, with the overbearingness of someone long in power.

"You little wench, daring to look at me like that? A wild girl nobody wants, dare to stare one more time, and I’ll gouge your eyes out! Make you blind in broad daylight!"

Her chin lifted, the fat on her neck quivering.

The males surrounding her were all burly, with broad shoulders and thick backs.

Their eyes guardedly scanned the surroundings.

They protected her as if she were a tribe’s treasure, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Claire Joyce had been lowering her head to calm the little beast cub in her arms, not noticing her approach, hence the sudden attack.

"Those few little cubs, I’ll take them. Just right to nourish my son. Newborn kittens are the most nourishing."

After speaking, she flipped her wrist and tossed out a few glimmering Star Coins from her voluminous sleeve.

One Star Coin is worth ten Ordinary Coins.

She tossed out five or six of them, equalling fifty or sixty bucks for a few rabbit cubs, truly quite generous.

Claire Joyce turned her head coldly, not looking back.

She couldn’t even be bothered to spare her a single glance.

"Not for sale."

"They’re not rabbits; they’re beast cubs."

The woman’s face instantly changed.

She roared, "I bothered to spend money, that’s showing you face! If it weren’t for my son’s birth needing something tender for nourishment, you think I’d spend this money? Think I’d care for these little things without so much as a full coat of fur?"

"Benefitting and then acting high and mighty? Believe it or not, I’ll make sure you don’t get a single penny, not even a copper coin from me!"

If it weren’t for just having given birth to her beloved male son, still weak and afraid of disturbing the new life.

She’d have robbed directly instead of speaking.

Back when she stood at the market.

Which male did not obediently bow, offering up prey and goodies with both hands?

Claire Joyce rolled her eyes, her voice full of sarcasm.

"Move aside. Beastmen don’t eat beastmen. That’s a tribal tenet, don’t you understand? Or have you even forgotten these rules? Want meat? Have your male hunt. Doesn’t he have two hands and two legs? Can’t even chase down a wild deer?"

Jonah had grown up, never once insulted like this.

She was the chief’s niece, one of the most powerful women in the tribe.

Her living was the finest, her words unchallenged.

"Who allowed you to talk to me like that?"

She spat out each word through clenched teeth, as if squeezing them from between her teeth.

Spoiled since childhood, whatever she wanted, she received.

If she were a bit slender, this domineering air might have been mistaken for innocence or cuteness.

But now, over two hundred pounds of flesh piled on her frame.

A single slap hit like a sledgehammer.

Even strong and muscular Claire Joyce was knocked sideways, her cheek burning with pain.

Claire Joyce steadied herself by grasping a tree trunk, covering her face with her other hand, gritting her teeth, fury flashing in her eyes.

"What gives you the right to hit me? This is the market, there’s law, there’s a patrol team! Aren’t you afraid of being captured and locked up for committing violence in public?"