Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 132: Stubborn

Mariella stared at the two of them and warned, "I'm giving you one chance to live. You've got supplies, weapons, and a kayak. You'll be fine wherever you go. Now get out of Celestine Ridge. Don't ever let me see you again.

"This chance is only because we used to work together. If you stay here and keep causing trouble, or worse, join the raiders, then next time we meet, I won't spare you.

"Now get lost!"

At the same time, Wallace posted a shocking message in the group chat.

There was a traitor in the security team. That man, Damian, had secretly worked with the raiders from No. 101. Together, they killed the newly appointed captain and many guards and bodyguards.

Almost everyone who joined tonight's raid was wiped out. The few who survived had joined the raiders.

The news stunned all the homeowners.

They had thought the operation would succeed for sure. Over 400 people going against No. 101 should have been easy. But instead, it ended in total defeat.

Then, the owner of No. 19 tagged the owner of No. 6. "Mr. Graham, are you here? I remember Captain Damian is your relative. You were the one who introduced him to work here as security captain!"

That message caused another wave of chaos.

Even Wallace stepped in and pressured Harvey to respond. He asked if Harvey knew anything about it and added meaningfully. "If no one helped behind the scenes, Vice Captain Damian wouldn't have pulled this off. And he definitely couldn't have kept it a secret."

His words made everyone realize something—and fear it.

"That's right. How could so many guards and bodyguards be wiped out all at once? Damian couldn't have done it alone! There must be someone helping him from the shadows!"

"Maybe that person is the real mastermind!"

"Maybe the raiders in No. 101 were all acting under that person's orders to attack all of Celestine Ridge!"

"Mr. Graham, come out and explain!"

No matter how loud the group got, Harvey said nothing.

Then Wallace posted more bad news, one after another.

"Villa 36, No. 100, No. 102 have fallen!"

"Villa 7, Villa 8, Villa 9, No. 10 have fallen!"

...

Everyone panicked and kept asking what was going on.

Wallace warned. "Listen carefully. They're using your own bodyguards to trick you into opening the gates. Once the doors open, the raiders rush in. You won't have time to react, and you'll be outnumbered!"

"Do not open your doors! No matter who knocks, don't open! Don't trust anyone!"

The homeowners were horrified. At the same time, they heard knocking at their own gates.

It sounded like ghosts knocking in the middle of the night.

...

Number Four and Number Seven walked out of No. 98 in a sorry state. They carried their backpacks and dragged a kayak with them.

They were supposed to leave Celestine Ridge and find somewhere else to live.

Mariella had made it clear. If they stayed or joined the raiders, she would kill them next time she saw them.

But their feet just wouldn't move forward.

The outside world was dark and dirty. Survivors lived in poverty, barely able to find food.

They didn't want that life. They didn't want to leave the comfort of Celestine Ridge.

The two looked at each other. Without a word, they turned around at the same time and walked in the opposite direction.

Number One stood on the rooftop, looking through an infrared scope. Then he picked up his radio. "They're heading to No. 101!"

Mariella wasn't surprised at all.

She let out a cold laugh. "I gave them a way to live, and they chose death instead. Then they can't blame me for being ruthless."

She hadn't killed them earlier because she didn't want her team to think she was heartless. She didn't want them to feel like they could be killed at any moment for a mistake.

She had shown mercy. But since they didn't accept it, there was nothing more she could do.

If Number Four and Number Seven stayed stubborn, then the next time they met, she would kill them without hesitation.

...

Harvey couldn't understand why Mariella had changed so much. Not just her personality—her shooting skills had become terrifying.

Her aim was perfect, cold, and precise.

In that moment, he felt a heavy killing intent from her, like she had taken countless lives.

The plan to attack No. 98 had failed. The two bodyguards they tried to turn had been captured. They were probably already dead.

"Harvey... Harvey..." someone pushed him hard.

He snapped back to his senses and turned his head, dazed.

"What are you thinking about?" Roxanna pouted, a little annoyed. "I've been calling you forever."