บททั้งหมดของ Rich Girl Transforms Into Doomsday Survival Maniac: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

When I got home and looked at the multimillion-dollar imported lawn and exotic gardens, my heart bled.None of this junk would be edible or stop a zombie."Cody, tear it all out."The butler, Cody Hewitt, who was mid-snip with his shears, flinched and nearly took off his finger."Mrs. Gibson, Mr. Gibson had these tulips flown in specially from overseas…""Rip them out!" I snapped, tossing my Hermès Birkin onto the ground. "Am I the lady of this house, or are you? I don't like flowers. I've developed a pollen allergy, okay?"Cody looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but he eventually waved the gardening crew over to start digging.Watching those gorgeous, blooming flowers get yanked out by their roots, I had only one thought—potatoes.We had to plant potatoes.They had a high yield and were highly filling.Right on cue, the commander in my belly chimed in, "Mom! Those floor-to-ceiling windows have got to go. They're too fragile. A zombie could put its head right through them. Y

Only ten days remained until my baby's predicted D-Day.Karlie hadn't been slacking off either. She was busy spreading rumors all over our social circles.She claimed that Gibson Group's capital chain had snapped, that Gabriel was not only bankrupt but swimming in debt, and that I had been driven completely insane.It got to the point where a few of Gabriel's business associates actually called him to fish for information."Gabriel, I hear your place is undergoing some… renovations? Sounds like quite the project."Gabriel remained entirely unfazed on the phone. "It's nothing. My wife's just really into an apocalyptic survival game lately. I'm just building her a live-action experience center."The associate burst out laughing, praising Gabriel for spoiling his wife to a fault.But things weren't nearly as pleasant on my end. My anxiety had reached an absolute fever pitch.I kept feeling like we didn't have enough water, so I bought dozens of those massive plastic water towers,

Karlie lived in the neighboring villa. Right now, she was drenched to the bone, her hair plastered to her face like a drowned rat."P-Phoebe, please open the door." Her voice was shaking violently, her eyes locked onto the cup noodle in my hand."We don't have any food left at my place. There's really nothing. Can you just lend me a single pack of instant noodles? Even an expired one is fine."Through the thick steel door, I looked at her coldly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, but this is a psycho's house. I wouldn't want you getting hurt."Karlie panicked and began hammering on the door. "Phoebe! You can't be this cruel! We're family! You have so much food in there. What's wrong with sharing a little?""I seem to recall someone calling me a psycho and a spendthrift just a few days ago."I took a bite of my spam. "You sure you want to eat a psycho's food?" With that, I shut off the intercom.Let her stand out there in the rain. People like her needed to starve for a few meals before they re

Extra: Lucas Gibson's Survival PhilosophyLucas was three now.Even though his "zombie alert" had turned out to be a false alarm, he looked like he had lived a thousand lives since he was a toddler.While other rich kids were playing with Legos, he was busy figuring out how to build traps using toothpicks and rubber bands.One day, his kindergarten organized a family camping trip.A group of wealthy socialites, dressed head-to-toe in Hermès hiking gear, were posing for photos on the lawn.They had brought red wine, steaks, and exquisite pastries.The moment I opened Lucas' backpack, my face instantly fell.There wasn't a single snack inside—just a bundle of nylon rope, a compass, and a pair of my eyebrow-trimming scissors."Lucas, we're going on a spring picnic, not a wilderness survival expedition."Lucas looked up, his gaze deep and intense. "Mom, we must always be prepared."Fine, whatever made him happy.Mary Hendrix from the tent next door strolled over to flaunt."Oh