"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
Stella Grace went out. Frederick Addington grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his car. Stella was irritated. She shook Frederick's hand off and shouted, "Frederick, what on earth do you want to do?" "What do you want to do? These days, you shut yourself in the room to study, gave up your profession and career in order to get into the Discipline Inspection Commission. Whose discipline do you want to do inspect?" Frederick questioned tentatively. "What are you afraid of? You don't care as long as it's not you, right?" Stella's eyes were cold. "You want to have a discipline inspection of Zoah, don't you?" Stella turned her head away. "Ha." Frederick chuckled and leaned lazily against the door of the car. "Stella, you're ambitious, but don't you know that now you're overestimating yourself and attempting the impossible? Zoah Davis was the head of the Discipline Inspection Committee, just a single sentence from him would be enough to crus
The director was very efficient and booked her a flight to Sun City at 5:20 p.m. Stella Grace went back to the Chuck family home to pack up her minimal baggage. Felicia Chuck did not go to work today. When she saw Stella leave, dragging her luggage, she stepped forward to stop her. "Where are you going?" "I don't need to report to you where I go. Get out of the way," Stella snapped. "Frederick went to the United States for a business trip today. Don't tell me you're going to the United States with him?" Felicia asked suspiciously. Stella smiled and said, "Felicia, have you lost your self-esteem? Where is your confidence? Where is your charm? Are you afraid that you, a rich young lady, will lose to me, a poor nobody?" "How is it be possible for me to lose confidence? Frederick just established a new company and gave it to me. I'm the legal owner, the director of the company. That company is estimated to worth more than ten billion dollars now, how can