18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 262

Stella didn't pay any mind to all this fuss; she only believed in the rule of the strongest.

To survive, she had already made too many compromises. But everyone had their limits. She wouldn't let anyone push her around and then expect her to take it lying down.

She simply couldn't!

The Porras family? She had already taken down two of their private bases, so why would she fear them?

"Thanks for the heads up, Austin." Stella smiled, "I don't mess with those who don't mess with me. But if someone tries to mess with me, I'll return it a hundredfold.”

“Since we've moved in here, we don't plan on leaving. This time, we only injured the bodyguard's hand. We already gave them enough dignity.

“If there's a next time, it won't be settled so easily. If they don’t believe it, they are more than welcome to give it a try."

She laid down the law today," From now on, if anyone asks you, just tell them the truth."

Austin felt a mix of emotions. Apart from anger at their condescending attitude, he also felt that the two of them had blown the matter out of proportion.

It was hard to stand alone. There was still room for negotiation in this matter, and it wasn't necessary to take it to the brink. After all, the Porras family was not to be trifled with.

However, after hearing Stella's words, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil.

When he was young, he also disregarded the consequences, but reality constantly hammered him, forcing him to learn to bow and bend. During these years of the apocalypse, to survive he had to swallow his pride, but the reality was still harsh.

Stella was right, they didn't steal or rob. They purchased their house fair and square, with official property registration, yet these wealthies banded together to ostracize them, not even letting them in the door.

With no option to retreat, there was no reason not to fight back.

He downed his beer in one gulp, "Even if it's through hell or high water, I'll stick with you."

At least he wasn’t alone.

Meanwhile, the Porras family mansion was ablaze with lights.

Shane, formidable without anger, sat on the couch, his gaze piercing as he looked at the butler, "What the hell happened today?"

The butler lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat off his brow, "Sir, what happened today has nothing to do with the Porras family. It was actually just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Shane's face was grave, "It's only right to tighten the security for the owners' safety, but who gave the order to not even let the owners in?"

The Butler told the truth, "Sir, I must admit I was negligent. The Porras family being the head of the Homeowners Association is only an honorary position, the real management is handled by the vice-president. I didn't expect her to take matters into her own hands, not only excluding the owners of units 49 and 50, but also arranging for the security to give them a hard time."

A bunch of idle rich, only good for stirring up trouble.

Shane closed his eyes, only after a long while did he say, "What's the background of these two families?"

"The owners of unit 49 are hawkers, who made quite a fortune selling supplies during the disaster. As for unit 50, they..."

The Butler hesitated, "They're closely associated with unit 49, possibly friends or business partners. We don't have clear information about their background yet."