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


    Women were proficient in verbal warfare, Ste 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.


    "ording to witnesses, you guys were armed with explosives and grenades, both of which are


    legally prohibited."


    "Nonsense," Ste 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 eyesnded 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 themunity 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," Ste 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 shed across Evan''s face, "We''ll have to leave it at this for today. We will contact youter."


    Watching the police car drive off, Ste 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 Ste, "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 nted a listening device?"


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


    Once inside, they locked the doors.


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


    With the Porras family exerting pressure, they should have taken this matter seriously.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    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 Ste 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.


    "Ste, if you''re notfortable living here, we can find another ce."


    "I''m quitefortable," Ste had never been bothered by those people, "Do you and Rosie not


    want to live here?"


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


    Across from the police station, there were two avable 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 rtively


    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 Ste and Rosie were there. That was home.


    "Woof!"


    Yes, and also Cooper, indispensable.


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


    After dinner, Ste sorted out the information provided by Collin and nned 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 themunity, 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?


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


    dog met his calls.


    Ste 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. Ste nned to finish this quickly.


    Jasper wanted to apany 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 sessfully 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, "Ste, about that..."


    Seeing the onlookers, Bran shot them a re, and the spectating crowd immediately dispersed. He


    waved to Ste, "I have something to say to you."


    Ste stood her ground, "Then speak."


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


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


    What? Was he out of his mind?


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