Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 116: Late Night Work

After taking in the yacht, the already full storage space expanded by about 53,000 cubic feet.

As long as she didn't store something huge like yachts or large helicopters again, she could freely stock up on everything else.

Mariella couldn't even remember how much gold, silver, gemstones, jewelry, antiques, and solid wood her space had consumed.

Its appetite grew bigger every day, and its size became more massive every day, making her feel like she was raising a gold-eating beast that could never be full.

Luckily, the Grahams had deep pockets. She could probably keep taking from them for a while.

Once the Grahams was plucked bald, she would think of another way.

Mariella picked up the walkie-talkie and called out, "Captain Zimmer? Come to my room."

When Chandler knocked and came in, his expression didn't look too good.

"You could have just called my phone."

She shouted over the walkie-talkie, making every teammate know that the boss was summoning him for a favor again.

Mariella glanced at the suspicious blush on his face and blinked. "Huh, are you mad or embarrassed? Your face is red."

Chandler was speechless.

Working for Mariella, he needed not only a strong body to handle overtime at any moment, but also a tough heart. Otherwise, he'd either be angered to death or scared to death.

Mariella handed him a glass of iced water. "Calm down. Let's get to work."

Chandler took a few sips of the cold water, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Let's start."

"Mm, you're getting better at this," Mariella praised with a smile as she pulled him into the space.

Chandler looked at the expanded storage space and marveled, "It's growing so fast."

"Let's clear out the villa's dining room and kitchen first. We'll be using these a lot," Mariella instructed.

The two of them quickly moved the furniture from the kitchen and dining room on the first floor into the static zone, making it easier to cook and eat inside the villa in the future.

After finishing, Mariella took him to the garden.

With the storage space upgrading continuously, the crops in the black soil had a huge harvest.

Golden wheat heads hung heavy, bending the stalks. The corn was full and ripe and the sweet potatoes were ready for harvest.

When Mariella bought seeds, she also bought farming tools. She took out two sickles, and the two of them quickly harvested the wheat from 100 square feet of field.

Chandler read the manuals for the thresher and corn harvester. He successfully started the machines and fed the harvested wheat into the thresher.

Mariella held open a sack and collected two full bags of wheat. When weighed, it came to 121 pounds.

The black soil produced two and a half times more than normal land. She wouldn't have to worry about food anymore.

Chandler then started the corn harvester, harvested over 100 square feet of corn field, and processed it.

Mariella got another hundred or so pounds of corn.

Digging up sweet potatoes was harder work, but Chandler took the lead. In half an hour, they finished and harvested over 200 pounds of sweet potatoes.

After finishing the work, Mariella treated him to a late-night meal.

When they left the storage space, it was already 11 at night.

To show her thanks to Chandler, Mariella specially announced in the teammate group chat, "Captain Zimmer worked overtime again tonight and needs to rest. Number One will lead the training tomorrow morning."

She thought everyone was asleep, but her message brought out many night owls.

Number Eight wrote, "Captain Zimmer worked overtime again! I'm so jealous."

Number Seven replied, "What are you jealous of?"

Number Eight added, "If you work overtime tonight, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow! What do you think I'm jealous of?"

Number Four said meaningfully, "Captain Zimmer worked quite a long overtime tonight."

The rest sent a bunch of vague emojis, like they wanted to say something but didn't.

Only Number One replied properly, "Received."

Chandler had three black lines on his forehead. He looked at Mariella helplessly and said in a low voice, "You're going to make people misunderstand."

In fact, as long as he wasn't there, Number One would lead the team. There was no need to make a special announcement.

This only made things awkward for him.

Mariella blinked and joked, "Let them misunderstand! It's the apocalypse anyway, who cares about their reputation!"

Chandler was at a loss for words.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be leaving, she curled her lips and asked with a playful smile, "Want to stay tonight and keep me company?"

Chandler didn't run away this time. Instead, he boldly asked, "Does Ms. Townsend have any other instructions?"

Mariella was surprised. "You're not afraid of me anymore?"

Wasn't he always guarding himself around her?

Every time they met alone, he would button his collar all the way up, like he was afraid she'd make a move on him.

Chandler pursed his lips and said calmly, "You're just all talk anyway."

Mariella didn't know how to respond.

Damn, he saw right through her!

Should she go a little further and let him see how dangerous human nature could be?