The woman's long hair was loosely tied back. Her nose was straight, her chin was delicate, her face was sharp with no trace of fat. But her eyes were hidden under messy bangs, so her face couldn't be seen clearly.
Cassian studied the video for a long time, then spoke in a low voice. "Leave it for now. If she really took that submachine gun, she'll use it eventually. When she does, we'll track her down."
"Yes, Boss."
"What's the situation with the Tyro Group?"
"Theodore Mervyn still mocks the idea of the apocalypse. He claims the flood will pass soon and keeps throwing parties at his mansion. His life hasn't changed a bit."
The suited man couldn't help but feel bitter. People were starving everywhere, yet that spoiled heir was still living it up.
He cleared his throat. "But I checked Tyro Tech Tower. Everything's been moved out. The Mervyns may act calm on the surface, but clearly they're stockpiling supplies in secret."
Cassian nodded. "I see. Then we prepare for the worst."
"Sure." The suited man lowered his head respectfully.
Cassian stood, wiping sweat with a towel as he walked toward the bathroom. "Once everything is settled, you don't need to come back. Take a long break."
The man froze.
He knew what that meant. If this really was the end of the world, there was no point in having a "job" anymore.
Before, he had always dreamed of taking a long vacation—no Cassian ordering him around, just sleeping late at home.
But this time, instead of joy, he felt only a heavy sense of helplessness.
How had the world fallen apart so suddenly?
Cassian paused at the bathroom door and glanced back. "Is your family settled?"
The man's heart warmed. "Yes, we're fine now. Thank you."
The storm had come so fast. If Cassian hadn't arranged for him and his family to move into one of the empty villas at Greenhaven Mountain, they would be fighting in the city over scraps of bread like everyone else.
Money was useless now. Thanks to Cassian converting his salary into supplies, his family could still eat.
Grateful, the suited man called toward the bathroom, "Mr. Holland, I'll be going then!"
Cassian didn't answer. Only the sound of rushing water came from inside.
As the man walked out, he thought, These days, almost no one in the world could use water so freely. Except Mr. Holland.
At Maplecourt, Natalie wrapped herself in a towel and turned on the TV.
She had just showered again, washing away the stench of blood that clung to her.

So happy ...
She stared at the smiling women on-screen. How are those flawless stars living now in this ruined world?
What color is that? Ash brown?
How did Mr. Tony do it again?
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