Dark Queen Of Apocalypse (by Morgan Hale) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Chloe looked up, smiling at Sam. “You’re my dad. If you agree, I’ll sign the share transfer for 600 million right now.”

Her gaze was shadowy, a deep scheming glint hidden in her eyes.

Sam still looked reluctant, gritting his teeth. “The company’s stock is rising. You can’t sell now.

“Silly girl, you’re young and can be tricked. Let me handle your shares. I promise you won’t lose out.”

“Really?” Chloe looked at him, appearing lost.

‘She’s buying it,‘ Sam thought, a flash of delight crossing his eyes.

Vanessa, barely containing her excitement, jumped in, “Sam’s your dad. He’d never hurt you.”

Chloe turned to Vanessa, her hesitation instantly vanishing. She sprang up, glaring with blazing fury.

“You homewrecker,” she shouted, “you destroyed my mom’s marriage, and now you want my shares for Niko the bastard? Get lost, all of you!”

Sam shot Vanessa a sharp, angry look. ‘Useless woman,‘ he thought.

“Get out! Put up 600 million or leave,” Chloe snapped.

“Why do you have to sell your shares?” Sam sounded disappointed.

Chloe sneered inwardly, ‘He’s got some nerve being disappointed, huh?‘

“I want to do charity, can’t I?” she said coldly. “Are you in or not? If not, I’ll sell to someone else.”

“Alright, alright, I agree. Just don’t sell to anyone else, okay? I’ll go back and try to raise the money,” Sam hurriedly agreed, afraid Chloe might sell the shares to someone else.

Even selling everything he owned wouldn’t cover 600 million, but he could borrow from everyone to make it happen.

Kiera shot up, yelling, “Sam, are you crazy? That’s 600 million, not pocket change.”

Before Sam could respond, Chloe waved them off. “Go home and discuss. You have three days. After that, I’ll consider other buyers.”

Kiera looked ready to argue, but Sam held her back and shook his head.

No sooner had they left the villa than Kiera started bitching. “Why did you stop me? What makes Chloe think she deserves 600 million? She’s totally lost her mind chasing cash.”

Niko hollered the whole way, yelling that Chloe was robbing him blind.

Vanessa wasn’t happy about it either. She muttered, her eyes dark, “Sain, how will we get that much money? Sure, you’ve got a tiny company, but after all our spending, there’s practically nothing left

Sam’s face clouded over. “This is your fault. Chloe hates you for getting between her mom and me. Why did you have to speak up and provoke her?”

Vanessa looked hurt but didn’t dare say a word, following meekly,

After days of non–stop work receiving warehouse shipments and managing assets, Chloe finally found a moment to enter her spiritual space. Her jaw dropped at the sight inside.

Past the white–pebble ground, a full–eighteen–story–high mall towered in the north, shooting up to the clouds.

Chloe closed her eyes and sensed that the warehouse inside her spiritual space was roughly the size of an entire city.

She was ecstatic. With this mall, she could stash unlimited supplies and be unbeatable when the apocalypse

Chloe could hardly believe her luck. After leaving her spiritual space, she carefully sorted her daily purchases.

She jumped into her truck and drove to every breakfast shop on her list, picking up pre–ordered massive quantities. Once the truck was packed, she dumped everything into her spiritual space and rushed to the next stop.

This warehouse had filled up in just days, but she’d already rented two smaller ones next door.

The vendors grinned from ear to ear.

“What do you need all this stuff for?” one asked.

Chloe gave her rehearsed excuse. “I’m gathering supplies to donate to families in need.”

After thinking for a moment, “The weather’s turning cold soon, so I should get some warm clothes ready too.”

A middle–aged woman quickly stepped up. “My sister runs a clothing factory. She can get you a good price on winter gear.”

Chloe arched a brow. “These are for needy families, so the fabric needs to be sturdy and practical.”

“Absolutely! Folks like that just want warmth, not fashion,” the woman replied, grinning.

Truth was, her sister’s clothing business had failed, leaving warehouses full of unsold, old–fashioned rough clothes nobody wanted.

Chloe glanced at the woman but didn’t call her out. She bought all those dusty clothes and fabric at 50% below market value. That was a total bargain.

All day long, Chloe was either busy stashing supplies or out on the road hunting for more.

On the seventh day after her time jump, her real estate agent rang, saying the villa buyer was eager to seal the deal.

Chloe’s eyes lit up. She didn’t waste a second and rushed straight to the real estate office.

The buyer was easygoing, offering to wait a week before moving in, giving Chloe plenty of time to pack and settle elsewhere.