Lisa's lips curled into a faint smile that carried no warmth. "The people I used to know were never the rich kind." Whitney tilted her head, her brow furrowed with confusion. "Weren't you out searching for supplies? How'd you end up all the way at Villa 5?" Lisa's voice stayed calm and even. "The supplies close by were no good. I had to move further in." She paused as if something new struck her. "By the way, why do the two villas at the far end look different from all the others?" Whitney answered without hesitation. "Those belong to the Hollands and the Mervyns. Naturally they look fancier than the rest." Lisa blinked in surprise. "The Hollands? The Mervyns?" Whitney's eyes widened. "You don't know them? They're the ones who own Holland Group and Tyro Group." Recognition lit across Lisa's face. "Holland Group I know. My TV and mattress were from them, and even the mall near my house belongs to them." She added quickly, "I've heard of Tyro Group too. The building that holds my family's shop was developed by them." Her fingers brushed through her hair as she gave a sheepish laugh. "I never paid much attention to who owned Tyro. So the Mervyns, huh? Now I know." Whitney gave a small nod. "Yes. The Mervyns and the Hollands." Lisa let out a soft chuckle. "That explains why those villas look so grand. I didn't even dare walk too close." Then Bruno, who had stayed silent until now, spoke in a low, steady tone. "What kind of shop does your family run?" Lisa stiffened. She had not expected him to speak. The answer slipped out before she could stop it. "Martial ... "She bit down on the last word and changed quickly. "Dance studio." She could not let them know about her true skills. The bodyguard already watched her too closely. If he discovered she could fight, trouble would come fast. Whitney's eyes brightened with sudden interest. "So you dance?" Lisa shook her hands quickly. Can't have her asking me to dance for her. "No. I don't. The studio was just business. We hired instructors. I can't dance at all." Whitney let out a small "oh" and leaned back. Lisa seized the moment to change the subject. "Did you hear the gunshots earlier? I was scavenging when they rang out from Villa 2. It scared me half to death." Whitney nodded as if it was nothing. "I heard them." Lisa threw her hands up and widened her eyes. "How can you be so calm? I thought I was about to faint." Whitney's voice stayed even. "Don't worry. Theodore Mervyn likes to fool around. Sometimes when he's in a good mood, he fires off a few shots for fun. He even used to fire into the air during his pool parties to get people riled up. As long as you don't cross him, you'll be fine." Pool parties. Firing into the air for fun. Lisa's mouth fell open in disbelief. He wasted bullets just because he felt like it? What a waste! And the Mervyns are that rich? Guns and bullets aren't toys—they're precious resources! Her chest burned with fury. The rich wasted while others scraped by. People like him deserved to be stripped of everything. Whitney caught the shift in her face. "What's wrong?"Lisa let out a nervous laugh. "Nothing. I'm just rattled. I've never even seen a gun before." She leaned closer. "What about the Hollandsin Villa 1? Do they have guns too?" Bruno had been on high alert since Lisa started asking about the villas. Whitney was about to answer, but that wasn't going to happen. Bruno cut in fast, his voice flat. "Villa 1 has no guns." Lisa's eyes widened. "No guns? But Holland Group is richer than Tyro. If the Mervyns have guns, then why wouldn't the Hollands?" Bruno's face did not change. "Guns don't follow money." Lisa froze, then nodded slowly. He was right. Riches alone did not bring weapons. From the way Whitney spoke, Theodore was reckless. He bent rules without fear. Of course he would have guns. Villa 1 looked strict and careful. The Hollands had to be cautious people. Maybe not saints, but not the kind to flaunt danger either. Bruno's voice matched his upright stance. He did not sound like a liar. Still, Lisa's eyes shifted back to Whitney. Whitney always answered without a second thought. She never held back. Lisa knew she could confirm it. Lisa's voice softened. "Ms. Jensen, you seem to know both families well. Are you certain the Hollands really don't have guns?" Whitney pressed her lips together. As if. She remembered the shotgun Cassian had held. She remembered him pointing it at every neighbor with no hesitation.Her eyes slid to Bruno. He had been one of the people under that barrel. But Bruno had chosen to lie. He must have his reasons. Whitney might not guard herself against Lisa. Yet she was not foolish enough to call Bruno a liar in front of her.