As a key player in the group and the most capable lackey—uh, I mean, as Mr. Holland's trusted assistant, a wardrobe full of suits is the very least respect I can show for this job! "Plus, if I'm dressed like this, I can meet my boss anytime he calls." Natalie and the others were stunned. What kind of crazy boss needed him to be ready at all times, even with disasters happening everywhere? It was enough to make them feel sorry for him just hearing about it. Natalie felt lucky that she was just an unemployed couch potato at home. Easy money didn't exist in this world! They were talking when a cocky voice rang out from a distance. "Hey, Roderick, now you're not just farming but selling veggies too?"Natalie looked up and froze. She hadn't expected to see that person. An inflatable rescue boat was gliding over the water. There were a woman and two men on board. The woman wore sunglasses and a top-tier designer suit, casually sipping from a half-empty bottle of sparkling water. The two men looked like her bodyguards. One man steered the boat while the other scanned the surroundings. Other than the snacks and drinks she was enjoying, there was nothing else on the boat. It was clear that they weren't here to trade supplies. They were basically on a floating picnic. Natalie instantly frowned. It was Rosalie Ashford, her scumbag father's illegitimate daughter from another woman. Before the disaster, Natalie's mother had passed away. Jacob had immediately brought Rosalie and his mistress into their home. That was when Natalie first met her. At first glance, Rosalie was incredibly annoying. Her face looked a lot like Natalie's, her style copied Natalie's completely, and even her name seemed like she was trying to ride on Natalie's fame. Natalie? Rosalie? Why didn't Jacob just go all out and have a few more illegitimate daughters, naming them Amalie or Elalie or something? What terrible luck. Olivia, who didn't know the full story, watched Rosalie act like she owned everything and sighed. "Heiresses from rich families do have it easy. Even with all this chaos, their lives aren't as hard as ours." Olivia came from an ordinary background. She'd worked her butt off to get into university, landed a hospital job, and saved up for a house and a car. Life was slowly improving, even with loans to pay off. Who could've imagined that everything would be wiped out overnight? Yet the apocalypse hadn't touched Rosalie's luxurious lifestyle at all. Natalie watched Rosalie strut around and scoffed inside. Now that a nobody has gotten a taste of luxury, she truly thinks she's some kind of royalty? She's no real heiress. Everything Rosalie enjoyed now came from Natalie's maternal grandparents. It had nothing to do with the Ashfords. If Jacob hadn't snatched Natalie's inheritance, Rosalie wouldn't have had a thing. Rosalie's mother was just a village woman from the same town as Jacob. She became his mistress and somehow ended up living like a wealthy lady. That mistress wasn't even close to Natalie's mother. Natalie comforted Olivia, "You won't be stuck in misery forever, and she won't keep her wealth forever either. Who knows what'll happen next?" The rich might handle sudden disasters better than most. After three months, Rosalie still had bodyguards and a driver, but they couldn't last forever. During the upcoming big freeze, Jacob's family barely had enough to eat. Things were only going to get harder for them. Olivia nodded. "You're right, Natalie. I shouldn't be so down. Things will get better!" Just a short while ago, she could barely get a cookie and nearly starved. Now she had food, supplies, and even met a benefactor like Natalie. Life was still treating her pretty well.Natalie smiled, watching Olivia's excitement. Olivia was indeed a tough lady—always positive, fighting spirit, never backing down. Meanwhile, Rosalie steered her boat next to the man in the suit. "Roderick, how did a weirdo like you end up in a hillside villa? Planting cucumbers next to fancy trees is one thing, but now you're selling vegetables too?" Roderick Norman glared at her, clearly annoyed. "Why do you care? So what if I want to sell vegetables? It's none of your business!" "Hmph! I don't get why Mr. Holland would even lend you a villa. Lower-class people are still lower-class. Living in a villa and planting vegetables is ridiculous." It was obvious they knew each other and probably clashed a lot. Roderick was clearly irritated by her attitude. Watching Rosalie strut arrogantly, Natalie felt annoyed and couldn't stop sneering.