All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

It was probably guilt over Zoey. That did not mean Zoey's resentment would simply fade.When Cyrus was not around, the two women did not exchange a single word.Zoey sat far away on the sofa with her back to Scarlett. The television blared, loud enough to feel deliberate.Cyrus glanced at Scarlett, then at Zoey. He found the scene oddly satisfying. This kind of life was not bad at all.He walked up behind Scarlett and watched her cook. Several dishes were already finished. Rich, warm aromas filled the room, the kind that stirred his appetite.Cyrus was genuinely surprised. "You actually cook, huh?"In his mind, a top-tier actress like her belonged to a world untouched by ordinary routines. Cooking would not even make the list.Scarlett's lips curved slightly. "The Mistelle family is strict. I learned to cook from my mom when I was little."Cyrus felt pleased. The house did need someone who could cook. Neither he nor Zoey had much talent in that area. Their food was edible, but

Out of guilt, Scarlett took on most of the housework. Zoey did not bother to be polite about it. For Cyrus, the arrangement was ideal. Zoey was more useful to him. When sickness arrived, people learned very quickly how valuable a doctor truly was.As they continued living together, Cyrus realized that Scarlett was not just a pretty face. She cared deeply about quality of life. She could cook well, and she also knew how to tend plants. The half abandoned greenhouse out back slowly returned to life through her careful work.Cyrus retrieved vegetables and seeds from his pocket dimension and turned the farmland and greenhouse over to her entirely.Scarlett enjoyed it. She had finally found something she could do.When Cyrus had free time, he went underground.Each day followed two routines. One involved using the supercomputer to gather whatever intel still existed around the world. The other focused on training his ability in the underground stadium.Cyrus believed this life would

Those supplies were enough to keep a city of 10 million alive for an entire week. In private hands, they could sustain ten lifetimes. They were Cyrus' greatest pillar of survival.The case itself had gone nowhere. Time had been short, and a foreign corporation was involved. The investigation faded quietly into nothing.So how did this caller know? And who exactly was he?Cyrus kept his voice steady. "What are you talking about? The Volmart theft involved an entire massive warehouse. Do you really think a low-level manager like me could pull that off alone?"On the other end of the line, a greasy, balding man sat at a desk in a dark room. The lights were off to save power, leaving only the glow of a laptop screen. He curled his lips into a sneer. "Don't play games with me. That warehouse job had everything to do with you."Even if you weren't the mastermind, you still walked away with plenty of supplies. That place was enormous. Skimming even a single rack would keep you going for

Cyrus took several deep breaths and rubbed his head. He knew he was not calm. His thoughts felt overheated, driven toward recklessness.He left the underground level and went to find Zoey. She sat on the living room couch with a book in her hands. She wore a light purple camisole and short shorts. Her long, smooth legs were crossed on the sofa, and her pale feet looked neat and delicate.Zoey already had a model's figure. Her legs stood out the most, and they had always been Cyrus's favorite part of her.He stepped up behind her, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and kissed her firmly on the lips.The kiss was sweet and refreshing."Babe, I need to talk to you about something."Zoey smiled and curled her legs closer as she tilted her head. "Sure."Cyrus sat beside her and took a sip from her water cup. "Here's the situation. Someone has discovered our location."He gave her a simplified account of Dorian's situation and skipped the part about emptying the Volmart warehouse. He

Cyrus smiled, his expression unreadable, and offered no explanation. "I need to make some preparations first. I'll tell you after I'm done."He leaned in and kissed both women on the cheek.Thinking things through with others felt far better than struggling alone. He left the living room and headed for the control room on the first floor. Inside,Cyrus shut the door and ensured no one could interrupt him. He took out his phone and dialed Dorian's number.The call connected almost immediately."Hello? Cyrus. Are my things ready?"Irritation crept into Cyrus' voice, sharpening his tone. "Why are you in such a hurry? Do you think I have endless supplies? Damn it. If you didn't have dirt on me, I'd kill you myself."His hostility only made Dorian laugh. "You stupid kid. If you kill me, you won't live much longer either. Let me make this clear. If I die, your information will be automatically sent to everyone in Volaris City within 24 hours. Think about what that means."'24 hours.'