Chapter 330 Speak Without Reservation

"Hemp?" Maeve Sutton glanced over, raising an eyebrow at the weirdo. "Why are you yanking that stuff out?"

The guy, who looked all prim and proper, stood up and adjusted his glasses. "If you know what this plant is, you probably know why I'm messing with it."

Cleo caught a glimpse of his pale face and paused for a sec. "Stomach issues, huh? You don't look too bad, though.

"That stuff's gonna taste