"You tramp!" Edwin roared. Edwin's face turned red with rage. This woman was about to drive him insane. The others around them finally lost patience. The bald man stepped forward. "Babe, stop making a scene." "Yeah," the others agreed. "Let's quit wasting time with her. We need to find those grains!" Edwin clenched his teeth. "I'll keep an eye on her. You all go search!" He was convinced this woman had something to do with the missing grain. It was his gut feeling as a woman—nope, his sixth sense as a man—that told him. The others gave him helpless looks, then spread out to search the place, combing the area inch by inch. Natalie stood there, studying Edwin, who blocked her path. For a moment, she considered ending him right there. But then a thought struck her. She had heard rumors that certain people carried diseases. What if Edwin's blood wasn't clean? If it splashed on her, would she catch something? It was fine if their blood splashed on her body, but if it got in her eyes ... Just as she was about to head back to her van to grab sunglasses for protection, the group that had gone out to search started coming back. The result was the same—nothing. While they heatedly argued about what to do next, Natalie walked calmly back to her van and prepared to leave. Edwin rushed forward, trying to stop her again.The bald man pulled him back. "Forget it. Let her go." Edwin refused. "Grain doesn't just vanish into thin air! She's the only one here. How can it have nothing to do with her?" He paused, then said sharply, "Maybe she used some kind of black magic to move it without us noticing!" Natalie's hand froze on the ignition. Someone scoffed. "What kind of black magic could move that much grain? You've been reading too many novels. Your imagination has gone wild." "Novels?" Edwin's eyes lit up. "What if she's linked to some kind of system? Or a storage space?" Inside the van, Natalie silently slid on her sunglasses. Outside, the group kept arguing. "Impossible! Stop talking nonsense." "Then how do you explain this? Either that, or Alvin and his buddies lied about there being grain in the first place." The three men who brought the report swore up and down, "We didn't lie!" Could it be black magic? The others turned their eyes toward Natalie's van suspiciously. That's when the door swung open. Natalie stepped out slowly as she tied her hair back with a smooth motion. At first, she'd planned to brush them off and leave. But no—these people were stubborn and had chosen the hard way. They insisted on forcing her hand. Now she'd have to waste bullets.She smirked as the group stared suspiciously at her. "You guessed it right," she said coldly. "Now let me show you." Black magic? I'll show them. Natalie raised her right hand. Out of nowhere, an assault rifle appeared in her grip. The crowd froze, eyes wide in disbelief. Where did that come from? Wait—is that an assault rifle?! Before they could even react, Natalie raised her rifle and opened fire without hesitation. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Men froze in shock, dropping one by one like dominoes. A few tried to bolt, but Natalie swung the barrel and shot the fastest runners first. It didn't take long before the ground was a mess of blood and dead bodies. Only Edwin was left, gasping for breath. His legs gave out, and he collapsed, trembling. Natalie's lips curved into a cold smile. "When you see your men and brothers down below, make sure you apologize to them." She leveled her gun at his head and pulled the trigger. One clean shot ended it. Even at the moment of death, Edwin couldn't believe it was his own cleverness that had gotten him killed. Natalie made sure by putting an extra bullet in each body. Once she confirmed there were no survivors, she tore off her blood-splattered sunglasses and tossed them aside.Not wanting any witnesses, she searched the area carefully before getting in her car. Only when she was certain no one else was around did she head home. Thinking about the extra grains she had gained in her storage space, her mood lifted. At home, she showered, changed, and slept soundly until nightfall. Waking lazily, she decided the day deserved a celebration. Natalie uncorked a bottle of red wine and set the table with a feast—beef Wellington, pan-seared foie gras, and lamb chops. She didn't forget her companions either. Lucky and Baron each got their plates piled high with meat. Cash happily pecked at corn and snails. Just as they were enjoying the food, the heavy thump of helicopter blades echoed outside again. Natalie set down her glass and looked toward the window. Like before, the aircraft circled overhead for a while before leaving. Her brows knit together. She couldn't shake the feeling it had to be Cassian. What is he playing at? Is he playing games with me? That didn't seem like something he would do. Maybe their last unpleasant meeting had pushed him over the edge? She absentmindedly cut another slice of steak and chewed, but suddenly the flavor was gone. And so the days slipped by, one after another.