Natalie sighed helplessly. Since she wasn't leaving the building anyway, she decided to bring it along. When she pushed open the door, Olivia was standing dutifully in the hallway, keeping an eye on Tiffany. Natalie handed her a bag of food and said, "Thanks for today. Go home and get some rest." Olivia glanced at the bag and instantly waved her hands in panic. "No, no! I can't possibly take from you!" She had only wanted to show gratitude for the medicine Natalie gave her before, but somehow this exchange kept ending with Natalie giving her even more. Natalie didn't bother arguing. She shoved the bag into Olivia's hands. "Just take it. I've got other things to deal with. "Oh, and here." She pulled out a nail gun. "Next time, don't risk hand-to-hand fighting. One shot, problem solved." Olivia froze, eyes widening at the weapon. "No way! That's too valuable—you need it yourself!" In this chaotic world, weapons meant survival. Who in their right mind would just give one away? But Natalie pressed it into her hand again. "Keep it. I've got more than one." Olivia had shown her goodwill three different times now—twice in the past life and once by blocking Braxton earlier. Natalie felt they had some connection. Besides, giving these things away didn't mean much to her anyway. She had plenty of food, and more than one nail gun. Although Natalie was usually cold and kept out of other people's business, she liked what she saw in Olivia and didn't mind helping her out. Olivia stood clutching the food and the nail gun, eyes brimming with tears. "Ms. Ashford, I really don't know how to thank you ... " She had thanked Natalie more times than she could count, but it still didn't feel like enough. A scrap of paper she once wrote had been repaid with rare medicine, food, and now even a weapon. She looked at Natalie, a strange warmth wrapping around her, lips trembling as she struggled to find words. Natalie gave a faint smile as she said, "Don't call me Ms. Ashford. I'm probbaly younger than you. Just call me Natalie." Olivia nodded. "Thank you, Natalie." They were still talking when a sudden scream tore through the air behind them. It was Tiffany—still unconscious on the ground—who had Lucky's jaws clamped around her thigh. Lucky bared her teeth and ripped out a chunk of flesh with a vicious snap. That's for hurting Natalie! The agony jolted Tiffany awake, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Natalie glanced down, then actually laughed. "Lucky, don't eat random crap. It's filthy." Lucky gave a shake of her head and spat it back out. Ugh. Nasty. This tastes nothing like the chicken drumsticks Natalie gives me. Tiffany clutched her leg, howling, thrashing with her other foot. Worried she'd hurt the dog, Natalie slapped Tiffany across the face. "Knock it off!" Natalie turned to Olivia with a nod and said, "I've got other things to take care of. You should head home first." Olivia nodded and left.Natalie shut the door tight, locking it bolt by bolt, then bent down to Lucky. "Lucky, stay on me." She grabbed Tiffany by the hair and dragged her straight across the floor toward the stairs. The coward Braxton had bolted, leaving Tiffany behind. Well, being the nice neighbor, Natalie figured she would return Tiffany. Natalie straightened her back, fisting Tiffany's hair, and dragged her down the stairs. Tiffany whimpered from the pain, clutching at her scalp as she was dragged along, stiff-bodied, across the floor. By the time they reached the 12th floor, Natalie came face-to-face with Owen, his arm wrapped tight around Elena. The two of them didn't bother hiding anymore—these days they flaunted their affair openly, they were all over each other.For Elena, it was the first time seeing Natalie in the flesh. Her expression was pure menace, a machete swinging at her side, the 8th floor girl's hair clenched in her fist as she dragged her along. That woman had to be close to a hundred pounds, but Natalie made it look effortless. She was a brute in every sense of the word—like some kind of Amazon woman. Elena didn't even need Owen to introduce Natalie. She knew instantly this was the infamous Natalie. Tiffany was a bloody mess, drool spilling from her mouth, looking like she had been beaten senseless. Savage. Just savage. Elena shuddered and clutched tighter at Owen's arm. His muscles went taut, every nerve on edge, terrified Natalie might finally come to settle the score for that food raid.But his face gave nothing away. Instead, he forced a polite, eager smile. "Ms. Ashford, are you heading out?" Natalie shot him a glance. Unbelievable. The guy’s shameless—acting like nothing ever happened, greeting me like we’re friendly neighbors.