Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 107: The Shepherds Collapse

"My God!"

Then someone else immediately questioned it. "How did Mr. Graham get involved in this too?

"Wasn't he engaged to that long-lost daughter the Shepherds found again? Why did it look like he had something going on with Roxanna?

"How much did the Shepherds owe Mr. Guerrero anyway, if they had to use their daughter to repay it?"

...

Mariella closed the group chat and yawned.

She still had plenty of important things to do. Her gossip session ended there.

...

The sky had fallen for the Shepherds.

Fannie's son was missing, and now her daughter had been taken away too. She collapsed to the floor in grief, clutching Connor's legs and crying hysterically.

"Please, honey. Save our daughter! Kingston can't be brought back, but I can't lose Roxanna too. If I lose her, I won't be able to go on living either!"

Connor's face was ashen, but from the corner of his eye he noticed someone entering the living room outside. He immediately insisted, "I already took out every bit of supplies I could. If it still isn't enough, what can I do? Unless they just take my old life instead!"

Harvey walked in, clearly unconvinced. "The Shepherds' assets can't possibly be just this little."

"That's all there is!" Connor stubbornly refused to budge. "I already brought out everything I could! Roxanna is my biological daughter. How could I hide anything when it comes to her? Of course I'd do everything possible to save her..."

He quickly shut his mouth.

Because Roxanna was publicly known as his stepdaughter.

The year Mariella's mother died, Roxanna had already been seven years old.

If he admitted Roxanna was his biological daughter, he would be admitting he had cheated during his marriage.

Harvey had no interest in Connor's messy private scandals. He only cared about one key issue. "If we can't gather the compensation money, Mr. Guerrero really will sell Roxanna to settle the debt."

Fannie, still sprawled on the floor, cried even louder.

Connor spread his hands helplessly. "Then sell me instead. Too bad I'm just an old man and not worth much. Mr. Guerrero doesn't want me either."

Harvey fell silent.

Heh. They're forcing him to pay.

...

Mariella specifically went into her storage space to inspect the yacht again. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she felt.

With flooding rampant in the future, and even earthquakes and tsunamis happening often, owning water transportation was crucial.

This yacht was simply too valuable.

After leaving the storage space, she put on an expensive luxury facial mask, turned on a high-end stereo system worth six figures, and played piano music.

Beautiful melodies filled the bedroom as she relaxed with her face mask, enjoying this rare moment of comfort.

Suddenly, barking came from outside, along with faint shouting and noise.

Her phone vibrated. She reached over and saw that Matthew was calling.

"Harvey's been outside making a scene, insisting on seeing you. I didn't show myself. Number One took people out to deal with him, but he refuses to leave no matter what. He says he has to see you," Matthew said.

Mariella did not know why Harvey was acting crazy again, but she vaguely guessed it had something to do with Roxanna being kidnapped.

As for what kind of connection, she could not care less.

"Let Lucky out. Let's see if he still dares to stay there."

"Okay." Matthew went to carry out her order.

Mariella had just lowered her phone when a WhatsApp notification sounded.

It was a message from Denton. "Delivery to your door around nine tomorrow morning."

Mariella was very pleased with his efficiency and speed. She sent back an OK hand gesture.

...

The next morning after breakfast, Number Five and Number Nine went to assist the security patrol according to the property management's rotating schedule. As usual, Lucky went along with them.

"Lucky is energetic. Every time he sees the team heading out, he gets anxious and starts barking, so we let him go with them. Thanks to him, they always spot hidden alligators in time," Matthew reported to Mariella about the latest situation.

Mariella nodded. "He's an active dog. Normally he should be walked every day. I've been too busy nonstop and haven't had time to take him. It's good that the team takes him out for exercise."

Matthew, her chief steward, always arranged things properly. Even when she was away, she had nothing to worry about.

Chandler had taken the team into the courtyard for drills, while Mariella took out her phone to lurk in the chat.

Early in the morning, the homeowners' group chat was already lively, still discussing Roxanna, who had been kidnapped by Guerrero's men the night before.

"Has the Shepherds' daughter still not been brought back?"

"I heard the Shepherds owed Mr. Guerrero money. If they can't repay it, she'll be used to settle the debt."

"Good grief, in broad daylight, is there no law anymore?"

"Law? Look at the state of the world now. The authorities can barely handle themselves. How would they care about something like this?"

"Mr. Guerrero may be overbearing and ruthless, but as long as you don't provoke him or owe him money, he's not that terrifying. What's really terrifying are those gangs made up of death-row convicts. They've been burning, killing, and looting all the way through. Sounds like they've already started targeting wealthy neighborhoods."

"Ah, do you think they'll break into Celestine Ridge too?"

"Sigh... hard to say."

Everyone was uneasy, with the feeling that tomorrow was never guaranteed.

Just then, the video doorbell at the villa's iron gate rang. On the screen, Denton stood at the entrance with seven or eight of his men, holding clubs and kitchen knives, looking murderous.