Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse

When Supervisor Walsh saw Zara Walsh arrive, he was instantly overjoyed.

He quickly pointed at Melody Summers and Lucy White, saying, "Zara, these two have some nerve, daring to cause trouble here! You have to help me teach them a lesson!"

Zara Walsh glanced at Supervisor Walsh and mentally rolled her eyes.

This Supervisor Walsh was a distant relative on her father’s side. He was an incompetent fool, but he’d gotten incredibly lucky and married a good wife.

His wife was from the Rhodes Family, part of the same generation as Mr. Rhodes’s nieces. While not a direct niece, she was at least a familiar face to Mr. Rhodes.

Supervisor Walsh leveraged his father-in-law’s good relationship with Mr. Rhodes to land a minor management position at Rhodes.

Even if Zara didn’t want to bother with this relative, she had to do it for his wife’s sake.

So she said, "Don’t worry, Uncle. I heard everything."

She then turned to Melody Summers and Lucy White, speaking with a condescending air. "You two. Delete that recording, then get on your knees and apologize to my uncle. Do that, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise..."

Zara flicked a lock of her curly hair, her eyes narrowing as she said coldly, "Otherwise, I guarantee you won’t even know how you died!"

Hearing Zara’s threat, Melody Summers just scoffed. "Zara Walsh, are you delusional?"

’Running into Zara here is just my bad luck,’ Melody thought. Mimicking Zara’s tone, she said, "How about the three of you get on your knees, bow your heads, and beg me properly? If you do, maybe I’ll be merciful and delete the video."

Hearing such a blatant provocation, Zara felt a wave of fury surge through her.

No one had ever dared to speak to her like that!

Zara clenched her fists. Looking at Melody’s defiant expression, she was itching to slap her across the face.

But before she could move, Supervisor Walsh jumped in, pointing a finger at Melody’s nose. "You little bitch! How dare you talk like that? Have you grown a death wish?!"

"I remember you’re Warren’s neighbor, aren’t you? Let me tell you something. The energy supply for your entire district in the north... is under the control of the Miss Walsh standing right in front of you!"

Melody froze, blurting out, "What did you say?!"

Seeing Melody’s blank, shocked expression, Supervisor Walsh assumed she was terrified. He gloated, "With a single word from Miss Walsh, she can cut off the supplies to your complex and let every single person there freeze to death!"

Melody’s eyes widened slightly. ’The energy supply for The Metropolis Residences is actually Zara Walsh’s responsibility?’

Before Melody could process this, Supervisor Walsh continued, "Get on your knees now, beg for forgiveness, and hand over your phone. If you do, we might let you off the hook. Otherwise... when the blizzard hits in a few days, you can just wait to freeze to death!"

Having said his piece, Supervisor Walsh stared at Melody with a smug look on his face, waiting for her to get on her knees and beg.

Melody, however, stared intently at the mocking smile on Zara’s face. In that instant, she felt like she’d found the answer.

Melody stared into Zara’s eyes, her face cold as she asked, enunciating every word, "Zara Walsh. There’s a shipment of coal for The Metropolis Residences that was never delivered... Did you withhold it?"

Faced with Melody’s icy gaze, Zara merely scoffed.

She fiddled with her long, manicured nails, saying nonchalantly, "So what if it was me? Who told you to be so bold as to seduce my brother? It’s only right that I teach you a little lesson, don’t you think?"

Melody’s breath caught in her throat. ’It really was Zara! How could she actually do something like withholding vital supplies!’

Zara saw the fury flaring in Melody’s eyes and snorted. "I thought losing the coal would teach you to behave, to tuck your tail between your legs and learn your place. I didn’t expect you’d still dare to make a scene in front of me. Let me tell you, for a powerless little bitch like you, I have a million ways to deal with you!"

Hearing this, Melody couldn’t hold back any longer. Furious, she snapped, "Zara Walsh, do you have any idea what’s going on right now? All those people in The Metropolis Residences are counting on that coal to survive, and you’re holding it back for such a pathetic reason?! You have a reckless disregard for human life!"

Zara’s actions had crossed a line for Melody. She had thought Zara was merely arrogant and looked down on everyone; she never imagined she could do something so callous, completely disregarding whether people lived or died.

Hearing Melody’s accusation, Zara snorted disdainfully. "So what? You all deserve it. Who’s to blame but yourselves for being so powerless? Besides, this is all your fault for seducing my brother! If the people in your complex freeze to death, then you’re the one who killed them!"

Zara’s absurd justification sent a fresh wave of rage spreading through Melody’s chest. This involved the lives of every resident in The Metropolis Residences. Zara’s actions were both foolish and vicious.

’First,’ Melody thought, ’I’ll report Zara to the authorities. If they can’t give me a satisfactory response, then I’ll take matters into my own hands and use my spatial ability to eliminate her.’

’After all, Zara’s behavior right now is no different from the likes of Flynn Adler. They both use their power to do whatever they want, with a reckless disregard for human life!’

A storm was brewing in Melody’s eyes. She stared at Zara and said coldly, "You just wait. I am not letting this go."

Hearing Melody’s words, the mocking smile on Zara’s face vanished.

She was the great Miss Walsh, an heiress from a powerful family. In these chaotic times, crushing a commoner like Melody should be as easy as squashing an ant.

What right did Melody have to speak to her in that tone?

Who gave her the nerve?!

Zara gritted her teeth and stared at Melody. "You wretched girl, who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think attending a few high-society banquets makes you one of them?"

"Your family has no real capital. What right do you have to speak to me in that tone? Don’t tell me you think that little villa of yours in the suburbs makes you the daughter of some wealthy family, do you?"

Seeing Zara’s anger, Melody, by contrast, grew calm. As she mentally formulated a plan to report Zara, she replied, "It doesn’t matter who I am. It gives you no excuse to abuse your power and treat human life as worthless. I will report you to the authorities, and I will make you pay for what you’ve done."

At this, Zara actually burst out laughing.

She took a few steps in her high heels until she was looming over Melody, and said with a sneer, "Report me? You? In times like these, who do you think is going to listen to you?"

"There are supply shortages everywhere. The complaint boxes are overflowing with letters every single day. Do you know how many of those actually lead to anything?"

"You little bitch, you’ve lived to your twenties and you still don’t understand how the world works? People like you are nothing but fuel for the elite. You think your little report will actually do something? In your dreams!"

Melody said calmly, "Then you’d better pray my report works. Otherwise... I’ll solve this problem my own way."

’If reporting her didn’t solve the problem, Melody would simply eliminate the person who created it.’

Zara reacted as if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world. She let out another laugh, then stared at Melody and sneered, "Your own way? You mean getting someone else to fight your battles for you?"

"Who’s your backer? Sophie Thorne? HAHAHA, don’t make me laugh! Do you really think she’d turn against the Walshs for someone like you?"

"Melody Summers, let me spell it out for you. My aunt is going to marry Roman Rhodes, sooner or later. When that happens, she’ll be the rightful lady of the Rhodes Family! Roman’s side is the main branch of the family. Do you really think Sophie Thorne would risk offending my aunt for a nobody like you?!"