All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

The woman in the long black down coat hurried up to Cyrus, breath coming fast. She tugged her scarf down, revealing a pale, soft, heart-shaped face. She looked flawless, her delicate features so fine they seemed as if they might bruise at a touch.Cyrus recognized her at once. Few people in Cretora would not. She was one of the hottest top-tier actresses in recent years, the woman countless men dreamed about at night.Her name was Scarlett "Mimi" Mistelle.According to Vincent, everyone living in Cloudcrest Manor was either rich or powerful, including top stars from the entertainment industry. Scarlett certainly had more than enough money to own a place here.The sight of her stirred something in Cyrus. He was not the type to worship celebrities, but like any normal man, he appreciated beautiful actresses, especially women with perfect bodies.He had liked Scarlett for a long time. How long? Put simply, many lonely nights had involved her. His hard drive was packed with her photo

What kind of person had a bathroom larger than a bedroom, complete with built-in leisure facilities? If he were poor, people would call it showing off. If he were rich, they would call it refined taste.Severin, a well-known womanizer, clearly belonged to the second category. Unsurprisingly, his bathroom was something else entirely.Cyrus was a polite man, so he did not demand to inspect Scarlett the moment she arrived. Even so, for the sake of safety, no matter how reluctant he felt, he still needed to confirm with his own eyes that she carried no poison or weapons. That step could not be skipped.Still, he allowed her to bathe first. In his mind, it was a basic courtesy toward a woman he had once admired. Rules were rules. Respect did not change them.Inside the bathroom, Scarlett turned on the hot water and let it cascade over her body. She exhaled slowly. A hot shower had once been ordinary, yet now it felt almost sacred.One never realized how precious such things were until

Scarlett truly lived up to her reputation as someone who ran her own business. She approached every transaction with clear thinking and careful consideration.Cyrus did not mind. He actually preferred this kind of interaction. He had always despised roundabout games and emotional guesswork.He glanced outside. Winter days were short, and the sky had already darkened. Leaving tonight clearly was not an option."It's late. We should rest," Cyrus said.…The wind and snow outside gradually quieted.Cyrus took several sets of clothes from his pocket dimension and placed them beside the bed."There are clean clothes here. Go change."When Scarlett saw him pull items out of thin air, her eyes widened. "What kind of ability is that?""Just a small trick," Cyrus said with a smile.He turned to leave, but she stopped him with a soft, slightly trembling voice. "D-Don't go."Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "What is it?""There are some things… we should talk about." A faint flush rose to her

Cyrus and Scarlett set clear terms. She got what she wanted and moved in.Even so, Cyrus could tell that humiliation still weighed on her. She was a top-tier star, adored by millions. Now she found herself firmly in a man's grasp. Of course she felt unwilling.Instead of feeling troubled, Cyrus felt even more pleased. Men thrived on conquest. The harder a wild horse was to tame, the greater the satisfaction in breaking it. And this woman was dangerously sweet.Because of Scarlett, Cyrus did not return to Cervusa Residence that day.On one hand, he asked her about Cloudcrest Manor, familiarizing himself with its layout and residents to prepare for moving in later. On the other, he subtly tested her, confirming that she posed no hidden threat.The day passed quickly and efficiently.Cyrus assigned Scarlett a room. Just as he had done with Zoey, he did not give her a key."I'm heading out for a bit," he said. "Stay in your room."He left her enough food. Bathroom access posed no p

Cyrus handed Eleanor some food.The moment she saw it, her eyes lit up. She thanked him with what little restraint she had left, then collapsed onto the sofa and devoured the meal with desperate hunger.Only after she finished eating did Cyrus speak. "You understand the situation, right?"Eleanor nodded. "I know. You've found me a home, haven't you?"A woman in her 40s viewed life far more realistically. At that age, love mattered less than it once had. Marriage and survival came down to compatibility and conditions. If the terms were acceptable, living together was good enough.That was why she agreed without hesitation when Scarlett told her she could secure a long-term source of food and safety. Her only regret was this. She had originally assumed the man would be Cyrus himself.Because Scarlett had already laid the groundwork, Cyrus avoided a great deal of trouble. Before leaving, he issued a solemn warning to both women. Everything related to the safehouse and the bunker had