If it weren't for the bodyguard who stayed with her and helped her gather supplies, she might not have even survived until now. For someone like that, Lillian naturally didn't bother paying attention. Sure enough, her voice was quickly ignored, and the others went right back to their heated discussion. Whitney frowned, wanting to speak again, but the man beside her grabbed her wrist and shook his head. She looked at him and said, "Bruno, I don't think the new tenant's cruelty is an excuse for us to use innocent people." Bruno glanced at the crowd still caught up in their debate. "Whitney, this isn't something we should interfere with." Soon, the plan to gather supplies and hire people started to take shape. Before they could get into the details, Frederick, who was standing at the back of the crowd, called to Wilona. "Let's go." Wilona was confused and asked, "Huh? We're leaving already?" Frederick walked toward the door. "Yeah, come on." If they stayed any longer, they'd be forced to chip in supplies and join the scheme. Wilona hesitated. "But they said we could all chip in supplies and then hire—" Frederick cut her off. "If you want to chip in, go ahead. I'm going home." She immediately closed her mouth and followed after him. After all, she had no food of her own. She lived off Frederick. He walked fast, afraid someone would try to stop him. Chipping in would mean standing against that crazy woman. He wasn't stupid enough to do that. He would let them fight it out. Whoever won or lost and whoever lived or died had nothing to do with him. Even though they had more numbers and were rich, he'd filmed enough movies and TV shows and knew all about the underdog winning. Unless he had a gun, he was not going to mess with that woman again. Not far away, Talia also slipped out quietly with her husband and daughter. But before they reached the door, it suddenly opened. A tall lean figure walked in, leading a whole group of people. Everyone's eyes turned at once. "Well, well! Looks like everyone's here. Am I late?" The crowd looked closer. It was Theodore, the eldest son of the Mervyns. Everyone there knew how powerful the Mervyns were. In the entire villa district, they were the only ones who still had servants around. Even during the apocalypse, Theodore still threw pool parties. When he was happy, he fired shots in the air with music blasting. Their influence was unquestionable. A suck-up immediately ran over to greet him. "Mr. Theodore, why are you here?" Theodore strolled in with his bodyguards and was ushered to the couch in the center. He crossed his legs and had a cocky look on his face. "How could I miss out on something this exciting?" Seeing the Mervyns join in, the residents perked up. Theodore had guns. This was as good as done!Lounging back on the couch, Theodore asked casually, "So, how far along are your plans?" Someone rushed to explain the whole scheme of chipping in supplies to hire thugs. When he finished, Theodore smirked. "Oh? And no one disagreed?" Everyone looked at Whitney, who had spoken up earlier. She frowned and opened her mouth, but Bruno tugged her hand and shook his head, warning her to stay quiet. Someone quickly spoke up. "Mr. Theodore, this plan was made by all of us together. No one objected." But Theodore drawled lazily, "No objections? That can't be right. From what I know, this new resident, Natalie, actually is a member of the Ashfords?" Everyone was shocked. The crowd started to get noisy again. "Natalie?" "Isn't that Mr. Ashford's daughter? She's the new resident?" "That means, the Ashfords wiped out the Boltons? Looks like this was just a private grudge. Nothing to do with us." "Why did they stay here all this time and not tell us?" At this moment, Jacob, Lillian, and Rosalie, who had been hiding in the crowd suddenly became the center of attention. All the residents looked at them and began to whisper. "What's wrong with Mr. Ashford? We're all plotting to hire people against his daughter and he doesn't say a thing? Is he really her father?" "I heard that Mr. Keller's granddaughter was getting kicked out by her own father. I didn't get it then, but now, I see that Mr. Ashford really doesn't care about his daughter at all." "Look at the youngest daughter he dotes on instead. He always brings her everywhere." "Youngest daughter? That's his illegitimate daughter, the one born from his mistress." When they said "mistress", many people looked at Lillian. "Just now she was the one trying to scare me, stirring me up against the new resident." "Tsk tsk, stepmothers really are vicious!" "Not just her! That illegitimate daughter, Rosalie, she also ... "