Hearing that fitting nickname, Natalie burst out laughing. "Looks like the lunatics finished their task and came for their reward." "Huh?" Harold did not understand what she meant. Isabelle and Saniya stood at the gate, not daring to step inside. Isabelle weakly clutched her shoulder and said, "Natalie, we already did everything you asked. Can we go home now?" Saniya hid behind her mother, her lips pale. "Yeah, it's so hot, and we've lost too much blood. We really need to get home and bandage up." Natalie strolled toward them, unhurried, and raised the gun slung over her shoulder, aiming it straight at Saniya. "Who was it you said had no shame the other day?" Saniya instinctively backed up. "I-I ... " "What do you mean ‘I'?" Natalie snapped. Almost in tears, Saniya stammered, "I meant me! I'm the shameless one!" Natalie curled her lips into a smirk, then turned the gun toward Isabelle. "And you. Who did you say had no manners?" Isabelle threw her hands up. "Me! I've got no manners, none at all!" Only then did Natalie lower the gun. Both women exhaled in relief. However, Natalie suddenly pulled a triangular bayonet from behind her back. The two froze in terror. "W-what are you doing?" Natalie's gaze fixed on Saniya. "Take a guess. Why do you think I fired those two shots earlier?" Saniya's voice trembled. "To ... to teach us a lesson?" Natalie shook her head. "Wrong. I wanted to kill you." Saniya's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. Isabelle forced a pitiful smile. "Natalie, stop joking around. We really need to go home." Natalie stared at them for a long moment and then suddenly laughed. "Of course I'm joking. Look at you two, scared out of your wits. Fine, go on home!" The mother and daughter let out another sigh of relief. Isabelle helped her daughter up, and hand in hand, they hurriedly turned to leave. However, in the next second, Natalie rushed forward and drove the bayonet straight into Isabelle's body. Before they could react, she yanked it out and stabbed Saniya just as quickly. The two collapsed in disbelief. Saniya's eyes went wide. "Y-you ... " Natalie ignored her, stabbing again and again, expressionless, until both women fell completely silent. Only then did she stop, slinging her gun over her shoulder, gripping the bloodied blade, and heading back into her yard. The earlier gunshots and the public humiliation had been for intimidating the villa residents. But for two defenseless women like these, a bayonet was enough. Save where you can, spend where you must. Olivia and Harold stood frozen, shocked by what they had just witnessed.Even they had thought Natalie would let the women go. Instead, she had snapped and slaughtered them. Harold glanced at the bodies nearby. "Boss, I thought you were just gonna give them a warning and let them off." From the conversation earlier, he had gathered that Isabelle and Saniya had insulted Natalie behind her back, only to be punished by her afterward. However, he had assumed she did not mean to take their lives. Olivia chimed in, "Yeah, I was worried you'd let the tiger back into the mountain ... " Natalie calmly wiped the blood off her blade. "Killing them was necessary. Saniya has always been petty. She stole from me years ago and held a grudge all this time. Now that I've beaten her, she'd never let it slide." "Stole something?" Harold asked in surprise. A spoiled rich girl with a habit like that? Natalie nodded. "Mm-hm." Then snorted. "She stole, never admitted fault, and even wanted to kick me out. As if." Olivia spat at the corpses. "Pathetic!" Harold helped Natalie drag the bodies farther away. "No sense stinking up your doorstep in this heat." After chatting a while longer, Olivia and Harold headed back next door, preparing to return to the city for another load of supplies. Once they drove off, a figure sauntered leisurely toward Natalie's villa. "Damn, girl, you're ruthless! I was standing way back there and still almost got splashed with blood."Natalie, who had just picked up her tools again to continue painting the wall, sighed and set them down. She only wanted to fix her wall in peace. Why did visitors keep popping up? Irritated, she turned, only to see a tall man with curly bleached-blond hair, wearing designer shorts and a T-shirt. He even had on a pair of house slippers, strolling in carelessly as he pushed open her half-closed gate. The man's looks were on par with Cassian's, though without Cassian's masculine edge. His features were finer and his skin fairer, making him almost feminine. But after spending so much time around Cassian, Natalie was immune to handsome faces. What caught her attention was his bleached blond hair. Typical of the rich district—two years into the apocalypse, and he still had the luxury to dye and perm his hair.