Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 75: Trading Secrets

With this massive machine secured, Mariella finally felt at ease. "If anything urgent happens in the future, we can evacuate as a group."

Chandler glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "What exactly do you know? Is the apocalypse really coming?"

Mariella blinked, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Want to know? Then come back into the storage space and keep working with me."

...

Mariella pulled a water pump, and the two of them began drawing water from the pool to irrigate the garden.

A hundred square feet of wheat, a hundred of corn, a hundred of sweet potatoes, along with three pumpkin plants, three leafy greens, and three blueberry bushes.

The crops had been drooping lifelessly, but the moment they were watered, they perked up instantly and were full of vitality again.

"Good work," Mariella said, handing Chandler a bag of fresh milk while keeping one for herself.

Chandler took it and checked the expiration date.

"No need to check," Mariella said confidently. "Even if it's expired, it hasn't gone bad. My storage space preserves everything."

Chandler opened the milk and took a few sips. It was rich and smooth, just as she said.

Her storage space was truly powerful and incredibly versatile.

After finishing the milk, Chandler looked at her again.

Mariella shrugged. "One day, I dreamed about the apocalypse. First came extreme heat, then storms and flooding, and after that, long night and endless daylight."

She didn't say anything beyond that. After all, you could never fully see into someone's heart.

If they made it through the long night and day together, and Chandler was still by her side, she'd tell him more about what came next.

Truthfully, she had only survived four years in the apocalypse.

As for what disasters would follow, she didn't know either, as she had simply dealt with whatever came.

All she knew was that each year, survival became harder and far more brutal.

Chandler did not say anything.

She had been talking about the apocalypse all this time, and it was just because of a dream?

He pressed his lips together slightly, offering no comment.

After they finished their milk, Mariella prepared to leave the space. She noticed Chandler's gaze linger for a few seconds on the firearms.

Remembering that he had helped her secure the transport helicopter tonight, she generously handed him an AK rifle along with 100 rounds of ammunition.

Chandler accepted it and gave a brief thank you.

"As long as you're genuinely working with me, I won't treat you poorly," Mariella said before pulling him out of the storage space.

...

By morning, Harvey still hadn't received any news about Kingston and his group.

Even the assassin had completely vanished without a trace.

Harvey was anxious, but Roxanna remained calm and unconcerned.

"Let's wait a bit longer. Maybe he'll come back in a couple of days," she said lightly. Just imagining Kingston torturing Mariella with all kinds of cruel methods filled her with a strange sense of excitement.

Seeing her so indifferent, Harvey couldn't help asking, "Aren't you worried about Kingston?"

"He's a man, so he won't be the one at a disadvantage," Roxanna replied, shooting him a teasing glance. "Don't tell me you're worried about Mariella instead?"

Since she put it that way, Harvey had no choice but to drop the subject. "Let's wait and see."

...

Mariella slept until she woke up naturally. It was already past two in the afternoon.

She and Chandler hadn't returned to the villa until after three in the morning.

Exhausted from the night before, she had collapsed into bed and slept for eleven straight hours.

Stretching lazily, she felt completely refreshed, and just like that, she was back to full energy.

She took a serving of chicken soup from her storage space and enjoyed a bowl before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Even though she was half full, she still made it a habit to check the kitchen.

There, she found omelets, lamb chops, and scallop mushroom soup that Matthew had left for her.

Matthew's cooking was flawless, as always.

Mariella happily ate another full meal before heading off to find Number One.

It was the bodyguards' lunch break, so she knocked on his door.

Number One opened it, his expression slightly cold. "Ms. Townsend, do you need something?"

Seeing his expression reminded her of how Chandler had looked when she knocked on his door last night. He looked as if he was facing a major threat.

It looked like that group text she sent had caused some unintended side effects. She'd have to be more careful with jokes in the future.

She curved her lips into a faint smile. "I heard you picked up some jewelry for me last night?"

She needed those items badly to expand her storage space, so she didn't bother being polite.

Number One froze for a moment, clearly not expecting her to ask so directly.

But he quickly recovered, turned around, and silently fetched the items.

A heavy cloth bag was placed into Mariella's hands.

She weighed it and felt very satisfied.

"Thank you," she said, slipping him another bag in return. "And... I was just joking last night, but it might've been a bit inappropriate. Sorry."

With that, she turned and headed back to her room.

Number One stood there in a daze for a moment before opening the bag she had given him. Inside was a genuine leather holster, two magazines, a small grenade, and a suppressor.