Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 33: Happy Now?

Harvey never imagined that because of Mariella, he'd almost lost his life.

When she first went on strike, he thought she was just throwing a tantrum to get his attention.

He'd underestimated her, and that was what landed him in such a passive position now.

When he realized Mariella had completely changed and was no longer under his control, he decided to teach her a brutal lesson she'd never forget.

His plan had been to break off the engagement first, then have her kidnapped and violated. After that, he'd secretly lock her away and use her as Roxanna's backup blood bank and spare organ source.

But before she died, he would make sure to secretly register their marriage.

Because only if he and Mariella were legally married could the Shepherds obtain full inheritance rights to Townsend Group.

He believed that the inheritance of Townsend Group should belong to Roxanna. Mariella didn't deserve it.

What he hadn't expected was how difficult Mariella would be to handle.

The two teams he'd sent out in succession had both failed, and he himself had been arrested and thrown back into detention.

Today's extreme heat had nearly finished him off as well.

If it weren't for the Grahams' strong connections, he would've already died from heatstroke.

Thinking about it now, Harvey still felt a chill of fear.

At this point, he didn't dare underestimate Mariella in the slightest.

"Get me Mariella's new phone number. I want to talk to her," Harvey said.

"Ah-choo!"

Mariella rubbed her nose. Who the hell is talking about me?

All morning, she'd been running around in the scorching heat, hitting five banks in a row and buying gold bars worth a total of fifty million.

Carrying the dog back into the car, she stored the newly purchased gold bars in her storage space.

The virtual display of the storage space showed that the living area had increased by 200 square feet, bringing the total to about 1,200 square feet. The small 3-bedroom unit had turned into a spacious one, with an extra bathroom added to the main bedroom. The dual living areas felt more open, and both the bathroom and kitchen had grown larger. The ceiling height had increased by 4 inches, and the overall level of luxury had been upgraded.

The garden area had expanded by 80 square feet, bringing it to a total of 200 square feet, and its height seemed to have multiplied several times over.

It was daytime, and the storage space operated on parallel time with the outside world. Bright sunlight filled the space, and the temperature remained at a perfect 77 degrees.

The total volume of the storage space had increased by around 3,500 cubic feet, bringing it to 12,000 cubic feet, leaving nearly two-thirds of it empty.

Mariella's eyelids twitched. Why does this storage space feel like a bottomless money pit?

She'd just thrown in 50 million, and not only had the space grown, but it had also become even emptier. All she could think about now was pouring in more money to fill it.

And once she filled it, she'd want to feed it even more gold, silver, jewelry, and gemstones to expand it further.

Mariella felt both excited and conflicted. She checked on the seedlings planted in the garden and saw they were thriving, noticeably taller than before.

It seemed the soil in the garden was incredibly fertile, and the plants were growing several times faster than normal.

Mariella glanced at the storage space countdown. No way.

She rubbed her eyes and looked again, making sure she wasn't seeing things. The storage time had increased by another three hours, bringing the countdown to eight hours and thirty-two minutes.

Wait, does that mean the storage space gains three extra hours every day?

If that's the case, won't I eventually be able to live inside it long-term?

But as soon as that thought surfaced, something felt off.

She thought it through carefully and finally figured it out.

It wasn't that the storage space gained three hours every day, but that up to three hours could be accumulated daily.

If she didn't spend time inside the storage space, those three hours would stack up over time.

When the storage space was first unlocked, she could only stay inside for an hour per day. Later, after feeding it gold, silver, and jewelry, it increased to two hours.

After she added more gold bars, it increased to three hours, and any unused time could now be accumulated and stacked.

While it wasn't as amazing as she'd initially imagined, the result still exceeded Mariella's expectations.

After settling the storage space matters, Mariella noticed it was already past 12 p.m.

The heat was unbearable, and she didn't feel like getting out of the car, so she took out a shrimp cocktail with black pepper chicken pie from the storage space, and also grabbed a pulled pork sandwich for Lucky.

The two of them ate their meal inside the car.

After lunch, Mariella didn't rush off. Instead, she took out a vanilla ice cream and slowly enjoyed it.

While savoring the cold, sweet treat, she planned out her afternoon schedule when her phone suddenly rang.

Considering how many things she had going on now, she picked up the call right away.

"Mariella!" Harvey's weak voice came through the speaker.

The moment she heard him, Mariella frowned, alarm bells ringing in her head. "Weren't you locked up in detention? How are you calling me?"

Even detention can't keep him contained?

Or did he pull strings again and get himself released?

"I got heatstroke and almost died. Happy now?" Harvey's weak voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.