Isabelle and Saniya's walk-in closets were side by side. Natalie had no interest in their designer bags or clothes. She went straight to the jewelry cabinets. Their tastes were almost the same. They had piles of flashy crystal accessories that were all brand-name but of cheap quality. The real gems they owned were the standard pieces rich housewives usually wore. Most had been used too often and weren't even well cared for. Some were scratched. Natalie glanced over them and didn't take a single piece. Her storage space already held plenty of jewelry—brand new and top quality. She didn't need secondhand trash. Her target was emeralds. Saniya didn't seem to like emeralds much. Her cabinet only had two rings worth maybe 20 to 30 grand total. Isabelle wasn't much better. Out of her packed jewelry cabinet, she only had a few emeralds, which included two bracelets, two pairs of earrings, and one necklace. One bracelet was high quality, worth about half a million. The other wasn't as nice, maybe worth 100 grand. The earrings were actually better quality than the bracelets, but they were tiny—around 50 grand. The necklace, though, was stunning. Its clarity and glow made it worth about a million. For most people, that necklace would have been incredible. But compared to the two emeralds worth ten million each already absorbed into her storage space, it fell short. Still, something was better than nothing. Natalie scooped them all into her storage space without hesitation.But to her surprise, when the necklace went in, it didn't dissolve. It was still there. Hmph. So even a piece that looks this good turns out to be fake. She frowned. Isabelle lived in Hillside Villa District and still wore knockoffs? That said a lot about her place in the family. But at least the bracelets, rings, and earrings were real. The storage space had already absorbed them. Leaving the closet, Natalie moved through the rest of the house. The Boltons had stocked plenty of supplies. The kitchen was crammed full, and the basement had even more—pasta, grains, hardtack crackers, jerky, dried vegetables, and bottled water. Pretty much all the basics. There were candles, matches, and gas tanks, too. Neil might have treated Isabelle poorly, but he sure lived well himself. Natalie swept everything into her storage space. She didn't even spare the books and paintings in Neil's study. The Boltons had really stored a lot. Those rations could have fed the family of four for years. She figured the other mansions in the neighborhood must be just as loaded. After all, these were the wealthiest people around. And the Boltons weren't even top-tier rich here. They were only middle-class for the district. The others must have even better supplies—and far better emeralds.Should I just kill them all and take everything? The thought hit her so suddenly that it made her shiver. What's wrong with me? Why would I even think like that? She shook her head. She really was becoming more bloodthirsty. It was probably because she had killed too many people. She had gotten used to solving problems with violence, and her respect for life was fading. That wasn't right. Natalie finished packing and headed out of the villa, reminding herself to read some psychology books or watch some mental health videos later. She had downloaded courses back before the world ended, just in case. She could use force to protect herself, but she couldn't let herself turn into a demon that only knew how to kill. When she got back home, Cassian had already made dinner. "Everything goes smoothly?" he asked. Natalie nodded. "Yeah. Pretty smooth." He set food on the table and glanced at her face. "You don't look well. Something bothering you?" Natalie hesitated. She almost told him, but just then, the new doorbell rang. It was Olivia. She held out a set of keys. "Nat, thanks for the truck! The big one's parked out front, and the Ford Transit is in our yard. You can pick them up anytime." Natalie took the keys. "How's the moving going?"Olivia looked exhausted. "Thanks to your truck, I got everything done today. If it had taken a few days, it would've been way too tiring. Plus, we'd have to leave people at both houses to guard things." Natalie nodded. "Better to move everything in one day. It's tiring, but it saves a lot of trouble." Olivia agreed. "True. How about your place? Got it all sorted yet?" Natalie shook her head. "My house is too big. I'll just take my time with it."