18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 270

In response to Evan's question, Jasper answered honestly, "There were some modifications made before and after the disasters."

"Quality work, I must say. You rammed a Maybach into oblivion, yet your car didn't have a scratch. You must have spent a hefty sum on modifications, huh?"

"Not much, really. Just some tinkering on my own," Jasper shrugged.

Evan glanced at the two of them, "Can you tell me what happened today?"

Women were proficient in verbal warfare, Stella shared the story of how the wealthy residents of the community ganged up against them, all the way to Bran charging at them with his vehicle. It took her a good hour to cover everything.

Evan, fighting off drowsiness, barely managed to suppress a yawn.

"According to witnesses, you guys were armed with explosives and grenades, both of which are legally prohibited."

"Nonsense," Stella retorted without batting an eye. "They were just trying to frame us. If you don't believe me, feel free to search."

Evan did conduct a search, ordering his officers to thoroughly inspect the vehicle.

Next, his eyes landed on the timid little girl, "Sweetie, are you sure you didn't have any explosives or grenades?"

Scared, Rosie hid behind Jasper, peeking out from behind him, "Officer, we didn't have any of those. They're the bad guys. They wouldn't let us into the community and even had an alpaca spit at us. I'm really hurt, I got hit by the seat belt."

She was telling the truth, Rosie's small shoulders bore injuries from the seat belt.

After a thorough search of the vehicle, they found nothing. Evan's gaze was intense and sharp, "May we check your residence?"

"Sure," Stella responded confidently.

When the they left the house, she made sure to hide anything questionable in the Arcadia.

Just as they were about to leave, the walkie-talkie rang, "Evan, there's been a murder in the west of New Town. Six people are dead."

Regret flashed across Evan's face, "We'll have to leave it at this for today. We will contact you later."

Watching the police car drive off, Stella and Jasper remained silent, driving their Hummer back home.

Hearing the familiar sound of their car, Cooper, was scratching at the door. As the door opened, Cooper charged at Stella, "Woof, woof, woof."

Once they parked the car in the garage, Jasper checked the surroundings to ensure nothing was amiss before locking the doors.

"Are you worried they planted a listening device?"

"Better safe than sorry. Ordinary people might not, but the police could."

Once inside, they locked the doors.

Stella asked, "Why do you think Evan gave up halfway?"

With the Porras family exerting pressure, they should have taken this matter seriously.

Jasper pondered, "Evan might have recognized us."

Not that they looked familiar, but he might have guessed about the Silver Asylum incident.

In the past life, Jasper had worked with him. He was a wise, brave, and open-minded man, capable of adapting to the changing circumstances.

There were too many loopholes, and he had no reason not to investigate further. Even if he couldn't guess that Stella had the Arcadia, it wouldn't be hard for him to find them with his capabilities.

Jasper didn't tell the truth, just to put her mind at ease.

Evan didn't dispatch additional police force to thoroughly investigate the incident at the base, indicating he had his own considerations, including today's incident. Regardless, they couldn't let their guard down.

"Stella, if you're not comfortable living here, we can find another place."

"I'm quite comfortable," Stella had never been bothered by those people, "Do you and Rosie not want to live here?"

Finding a place to live was easy, but troubles would follow them wherever they went.

Across from the police station, there were two available apartments. They could move anytime, but where there were people, there were disputes. In the tiny room, even turning around could result in bumping into someone, and there were endless troubles to deal with. At least, here was relatively better, they could turn a deaf ear to the outside world.

Even if the Porras family threw a bomb in, there was a ten-foot wall protecting them, making it impossible for a direct hit.

For Jasper, anywhere was fine as long as Stella and Rosie were there. That was home.

"Woof!"

Yes, and also Cooper, indispensable.

They decided to play it by ear. There was no use worrying too much in this post-apocalyptic world.

After dinner, Stella sorted out the information provided by Collin and planned to redesign the rooftop greenhouse.

Out of the thirty different types of herbs, aside from what was already in the Arcadia, they were still short of around ten types. It seemed they had to venture into the deep mountains again to find as many seedlings as possible, in case the unpredictable disaster caused them to go extinct.

The police came and left, and Building 50 remained unscathed, leaving the Porras family to swallow their pride. Whispers spread around the community, causing unease among the residents. What was the background of Building 50 that even the police couldn't touch them?

The Porras family didn't even mention the incident. And Bran actually came to apologize. God, what was happening to the world?

"Stella!" Bran called, hands on his hips, yelling up at the building. Only the furious growls of a guard dog met his calls.

Stella originally didn't want to respond, but Bran refused to leave.

This jerk had an innate spotlight, wherever he went, people's attention followed. In no time, a crowd had gathered.

Fortunately, Bran came alone without his security, and there were no ambushes in the surroundings. Stella planned to finish this quickly.

Jasper wanted to accompany her for protection, but she declined, "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest. You can keep a better lookout from above."

She opened the door and quickly stepped outside.

Cooper darted out, his posture agile, eyes gleaming with ferocity. Who was there!

Based on the scent, he successfully identified the intruder. His muscles instantly tensed, and a low growl of attack echoed from his mouth, waiting for his master's order.

Honestly, Bran had seen dogs, even visited dogfighting rings, but this was the fiercest he'd ever encountered. It was beyond murderous, it was like he wanted to grind him to dust.

What was the background of the people living in Building 50? Not only did they train a child to be a pro, even a dog...

Bran suddenly regretted his actions. He had acted impulsively, thinking he could solve the situation with his usual methods. After all, who in Griffith didn't consider the influence of the Porras family?

Now he realized his mistake, who gave him such courage? God, things really had changed.

But still, he needed to maintain his image.

Bran touched his nose, "Stella, about that..."

Seeing the onlookers, Bran shot them a glare, and the spectating crowd immediately dispersed. He waved to Stella, "I have something to say to you."

Stella stood her ground, "Then speak."

No, he would lose his dignity if he spoke from such a distance, wouldn't he?

Stella turned to leave, but Bran blurted out on impulse, "I'm attracted to you."

What? Was he out of his mind?

Stella looked at him with a skeptical gaze, "By my beauty?"