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
On the way back from shopping, Stella Grace was thinking, if she were the headman of Tavers Village, who would she find to report about the discovery of the gold mine. It would probably not be that easy for a village headman to meet the mayor. At most, he would go to town to report. Then let the town mayor report to the superiors. In addition, Billy Cher's secretary back then should also know about it. By combing through the investigation material she noticed that the town mayor at that time was now the city mayor of Sun City and that Billy Cher's secretary at that time, was also working as the state mayor of Sun City currently. Both of them had known each other for a long time and were once the town mayor and secretary of another town. She wondered if the village headman of Tavers village had reported it to the town mayor, then the town mayor told the secretary and the secretary told Billy. If all three of them kn