18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 258

Several SUVs rolled in, their black-suited, sunglasses-wearing bodyguards positioning themselves around the entrance of the prime villa, effectively blocking the side-street.

Soon after, a Winnebago appeared, followed by a Palazzo, disgorging a party of more than twenty people. Men, women, old, and young, all were dressed in extravagant and noble attire, seemingly untouched by the dust of the apocalypse. The wealthy folks put on what they thought were their most appropriate smiles, initiating conversations and paying compliments. "Good day, Shane. Nice to see you, Sarah..."

Stella didn't expect to have a chance to interact with such affluent people. She continued to gossip with Jasper about them. "That man in the middle, nearly sixty, is the head of Porras Corporation."

Before she could finish her sentence, another Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up.

The car door opened, revealing a pair of Hermes slippers, followed by a pair of cropped casual trousers. As he stepped out of the car, he immediately became the center of attention for all the unmarried socialites. Stella's expression changed instantly when she recognized him, and she quickly dragged Jasper away. "Let's go, now."

Jasper was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

What was wrong? The owner of those three top-of-the-line SUVS had just appeared. Why on earth would the richest family decide to settle in Griffith? Couldn't they go to the bases?

With him around, she wouldn't even dare to show off her beloved car.

Jasper clarified her confusion. "In a pre-apocalyptic world, the Porras family would be adored wherever they went. But in this post-apocalyptic world, power lies with the strong. They wouldn't be able to throw their weight around in a military base. And as for the official base, it's not only filled with power struggles but also has its share of influential military and political second generations. It's not easy for the Porras family to stand out with just their wealth. Besides, the tallest trees catch the most wind. Rather than being targeted in an official base, it's better for them to live freely in Griffith."

Stella had to agree. With the apocalypse temporarily easing, the super-rich who had initially sought refuge in the base had been ground down over three years. Now, with cities being rebuilt, they had plenty of resources and wealth, which were exactly what was scarce. One side sought status, and the other was willing to flatter. It was a perfect match.

Once the Porras family arrived, the influential figures in the villa area were settled.

All this had nothing to do with Stella. As long as people didn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them. She just wanted to live quietly in her corner.

She went home, closed the door, and took a nap.

the balcony. Rosie was playing with Cooper, seemingly oblivious

are you ignoring Dylan?

for a while before answering. "Dylan is nice to me, but his friends ask me for food and drool over Cooper.

wouldn't play

threatened. Despite her cute and soft appearance, she was actually quite alert. It seemed her years of training hadn't been

so Stella was worried about

while the

the old city had become practically deserted. Other than the blinding sunlight, all they could

Patrick had already finished making the door. Not only was the quality of the door excellent, but it also

move in the next few

the heavy door onto the truck, Stella chatted for a bit

Stella to help us move our stuff. We have

price when she asks us to make wooden doors. Try that with someone else. Let's not

it's still not safe, then it's just fate." Patrick sighed. "Don't worry too much. Mark has already found us jobs. The young and strong can work as security patrol officers or in

pulled up to the gate, they ran into Mark. Stella greeted him

was in a good mood. "It's been a while. How have you

doing fine." Stella waved goodbye. "See

some patrolling soldiers. They hadn't completely

managed to unload the door

and lent a hand.

clueless about this. However, from the tone of his voice, he sounded both frustrated and angry. It seemed that he had just gotten the news

the homeowners' association was chosen without notifying these two families. The rich clearly drew a line between them and the two families

they all stayed in villas, the rich folks had ostracized the two families and chosen the

As long as she was allowed to eat, drink, and live her life, she wouldn't mind being treated as invisible. But Austin was different. He wanted to