Dennis smirked and walked over to inspect the three trucks filled with water. The water wasn't as perfectly clear as the sample bottle earlier, but it was still some of the best quality he had seen in ages. He turned toward Natalie and asked, "Do we unload the grain here?" She gave a nod, and he signaled to Arnold in the truck. Arnold immediately began tipping the grain from the dump truck. Meanwhile, Dennis kept the conversation going with Natalie. "Ms. Ashford, remember that premium emerald you mentioned before? I actually came across one, which was a bracelet." Natalie's chest tightened for a moment, but she masked it well. "What's the quality like? My employer is extremely particular." Lately, her storage space had developed a taste for rare items. Ordinary emeralds barely provided any boost anymore. Dennis answered, "It's excellent. The sort you see at high-end auctions." Auction-worthy? Natalie's mind went straight to the 'Heart of Winter' necklace Cassian gifted to her. If it was truly auction-level, it had to be remarkable. But the last time these brothers claimed emerald was out of reach. How did they suddenly manage to get one? She pressed, "Where exactly did you get this emerald?" Dennis hesitated, then decided to be open. "It came from an old client of ours. You've heard of Tyro Group, right?" Natalie raised her brows. Why does Tyro Group keep coming up?But if it was quality emerald that could enhance her storage, she didn't care much about its source. Still, her curiosity lingered. "Didn't you once say they hosted pool parties? Since when are they selling jewelry?" Dennis froze for a second. He remembered mentioning wealthy folks throwing pool parties before, but not that it was the Mervyns specifically. Did he? Then it clicked; her employer probably wasn't simple either. Maybe she worked for the Holland Group, or someone even more powerful. Knowing insider details wouldn't be strange. After all, Theodore's reckless reputation was well-known. Everyone in their social circles had heard of it. So he explained, "Those parties are Theodore's scene. The jewelry actually comes from his father, Dave Mervyn." He gave her a wink. "Older generations always plan further ahead than the young ones." With the apocalypse dragging on, even the wealthiest couldn't just spend endlessly. They had to think about survival. Even if Dave never had to worry about his own comfort, he still needed to prepare for his children and grandchildren. Natalie nodded, then asked, "How much was that bracelet worth before?" "Fifty million. And it still has all the paperwork and certificates." Natalie only replied, "I see." Paperwork and certificates too?The 'Heart of Winter' necklace Cassian had given her was worth three times more, yet he hadn't bothered showing her any documents. It was like he had casually plucked it from a store shelf. Dennis was caught off guard by her calm response. Was she really this accustomed to extravagance? That bracelet was valued at 50 million! He couldn't even dream of affording a 50-million-dollar home, let alone a bracelet. Without the apocalypse, he'd never even lay eyes on something like this. Natalie asked, "What's their selling price?" Dennis immediately said, "Three tons of grain. If that works for you, just trade three truckloads of water and we'll close the deal." Three tons of grain? Natalie pressed her lips together. "Mr. Mervyn truly knows how to bargain!" What a daylight robbery. When people were struggling to survive, he was asking three tons of food for one bracelet? Dennis picked up on her tone and clarified. "Ms. Ashford, it's a 50-million-dollar piece. Without the collapse, they would've kept it as a family heirloom." Natalie arched her brow. Family heirloom? The Mervyns' supposed heirloom wasn't even close in value to the necklace Cassian gave her. But still, 50 million was nothing to dismiss as a legacy piece. Dennis noticed her silence and pulled a certificate photo from his bag."Ms. Ashford, the Mervyns won't move on the price. But here's a picture. You can look at it first." Natalie glanced at the photo. The bracelet's emerald gleamed a vivid green, flawless in quality. Even from the picture, she knew it was worth millions. "So there's absolutely no room to haggle?" She wasn't lacking grain or water, and the emerald was valuable to her. Truthfully, she would have bought it even at five truckloads of water, not only three. But she had to put on a show of bargaining. Spending so lavishly in the apocalypse without hesitation would look suspicious. Dennis sounded earnest. "That's the rock-bottom price the Mervyns will take, and my brother and I aren't adding a cut. If you doubt us, you could go straight to them instead." He paused, then added, "But if you're fine with us handling it, we'll secure the deal for you. A win for everyone." He couldn't have been clearer. For Natalie, three tons of grain and three trucks of water were basically equal; she traded them at that rate anyway. But it was different for the Griffiths brothers. If she handed them three truckloads of water, they could resell it to other elites for even more grain. That extra profit would be their commission for brokering the exchange.