Stella Grace did not take the towel. "I don't want to get married." "Hmm?" Jasper Milton paused for a while then said, "By the way." He fished out a jewelry box from his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened it to reveal a diamond ring. "Stella, marry me," Jasper implored solemnly. The light from the ceiling fell on his handsome face, encasing him in a charming halo. The diamond ring was also very shiny. Oh, how she wanted to accept it. She clenched her fists and squatted on the ground facing him. Jasper noticed that something was off. "What's wrong?" "Jasper, I think we're moving too fast. One month is not enough time for us to know each other. Also, every time I think of Timmy's death, I feel responsible. I want to help him find the murderer before considering other matters." Jasper's eyes darkened. "Is that it, or is it that you just don't like me?" His question cut straight into her heart. She lowered her head to
In the middle of the night. Jasper Milton's cell phone rang. He woke up warily and glanced at Stella Grace who was sound asleep. He answered the phone, went out of the door, and asked, "What's the matter?" "Jasper, we have a problem. Are you in Stella's house now?" Suzi Shine asked anxiously. "Yes. What's wrong?" Jasper was puzzled. "Now hurry back to the military camp. The Discipline Inspection Commission has sent someone to Stella's house to look for you. Once they find out that you are sleeping with Stella, you will not be able to clear your name." "What's wrong with me sleeping with Stella? She is my girlfriend." Jasper doubted. "Currently, Stella and Frederick are not divorced at all. They set a trap to frame you. You leave first then we can talk about it." Suzi explained. Jasper would not believe that Stella would hurt him, but he believed that Stella might be deceived. "I'm on solid ground and have done nothing wrong. There's no ne
A bunch of excuses came to her mind in an instant. For example, she could confess to her fake marriage to Frederick Addington. No matter they believed it or not, this could not change her identity as a married woman. She did not care if her name were to be ruined. She had nothing to lose anyway. She was afraid that it would jeopardize Jasper Milton's career. "We were going to investigate State Mayor Cher's murder covertly. We pretended to be a couple. Jasper found that someone was following us at that time, so he created a false identity for us." Stella said calmly, looking straight at her questioner. "Investigating State Mayor Cher's murder... but why did they ask you to go? Didn't you say that you had nothing to do with him?" "I've always liked to watch Sherlock Holmes since I was a child. My idol is Detective Conan. I'm a doctor and almost chose a career to be a forensic pathologist. We've also had dealings with each other before. He feels t
"If you dare to hurt her, I'll divorce you. I'll do it!" Suzi Shine yelled towards the door. Hearing this, Stella Grace turned around towards Suzi. Her eyes were red and her fists clenched. She saw helplessness and pity in Suzi's eyes, but no anger or hatred. The door was slammed shut. Steven Milton's subordinate gave her a blindfold. A film of pitch-blackness covered her eyes. She could not see anything as she was taken away. She remained calm and went quietly knowing it was useless to struggle; she would only die faster. Two hours later, her blindfold was taken off. There were walls all around, and there was only an iron door about one meter wide and two meters high. There was no bed or bathroom, not even a bottle of water. There was only a table and a chair. On the ceiling, a 50-Watt light bulb gave off a faint glow. A masked man put a few sheets of paper on the table. "If you want to liv
When Stella Grace awakened, she asked Suzi Shine for the time. A clock was placed on the table. She was acutely aware that she had been imprisoned in the dark little house for seven days. In all that time, she had not uttered a single word. On the morning of the eighth day, she was blindfolded and hurled into an unlicensed van. The van went round and round. She also changed vehicles a few times. After three hours, they finally dropped her off. Stella ripped off her blindfold. The 10 o'clock sunlight was very glaring. She could not open her eyes at all, so she had to close them. She calmed down and slowly tried again. Before her was a fountain in which stood a sculpture of a woman holding a child. Such irony. The trees and grass were emerald green, and the flowers were crimson red. She was still alive. Stella saw that she was near a park. She walked to the roadside and got into a taxi. "Sir,
Stella Grace stared straight ahead, a crack fleeted across her still eyes. In that crack was all the agony and unwillingness concealed within, and it turned to pitch dark. Only... Jasper Milton failed to see her pain because he was holding her. He looked at her affectionately, helplessly, sorry, and distressedly. "I'm sorry." Jasper whimpered. Stella lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered the windows to her soul. Her voice was as light as autumn orchids. "I... won't forgive you." Jasper was stunned, his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing his bitter misery. He could bear all her hatred and complaints. "Well, I'll wait for you all my life to accept it." "Go!" Stella spat. Jasper frowned but stood still. "Go away." Stella glared up at him. Her eyes were determined, piercingly cold, and heart-wrenching. He did not even have a chance to persuade her to stay. He turned around, opened the door
Frederick squinted at her wounded hand apprehensively. He grabbed and lifted it. "What's wrong with your hand? Where's your pinkie?" Stella Grace calmly withdrew her hand and said, "I paid the price for some mistakes. A pinkie allows me to see reality clearly. It's worth it." "Steven? Zoah? Katty? Who did it?" Frederick Addington guessed. "No matter who did it, what's done is done. I have something to do. I'll contact you later." Stella walked past Frederick and entered the elevator. Frederick saw the elevator door close in front of him, and a look of pain flashed across his shrewd eyes. He and Stella had been married for three years. He had once contemplated every possible means to hurt her, to make her suffer. Her grief gave him a kind of sadistic joy, all because she was Wilson Chuck's daughter. But now, seeing her hurt so badly, he felt extremely angry. He wanted to find that person out, and cut off his ten fingers,
Stella Grace dragged her luggage to Wilson Chuck's house. The door was tightly shut. She knocked on it. The servant at home ran over to open the door. When he saw Stella, he paused and looked uneasy. He turned his head around and said respectfully, "Madam, Miss, Miss Grace is here." "Close the door and let her in through the back door." Felicia Chuck said coldly. "Okay." The servant apologized to Stella, "I'm sorry, Miss wants you to come in through the back door." The servant closed the door. Stella smirked. She expected this. However, entering the Chuck Family was only the first step of her plan. Endure what ordinary people could not endure, and do what they could not do. Stella dragged her suitcase to the gate of the backyard. The suitcase rubbed against the ground and made a loud noise. The rattling was so loud that the sound of her footsteps was drowned out. Her state of mind, on the contrary, was very c
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t