"Everything should be fine. I didn't hear anything from him. I'll ask and give you an update," Stella said and hung up the phone. Waverly got on the plane. The plane took off. She stared at her phone, waiting for Stella's call. When the plane entered the stratosphere, her phone rang. Waverly took it out immediately and looked at it. It was from Joseph. Her eyes dimmed. She answered the call and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?" "After spending the night together, how can you treat me like this? If that's so, I don't have anything to say to you." He hung up the phone. An idea flashed past her mind. She figured that what he wanted to tell her was about Bellamy, so she called him back immediately. On the other hand, he answered. "I haven't had breakfast or lunch. I'm not in a good mood as I'm hungry now," she explained. "What do you want to tell me?" "I have already instructed someone to cook you a meal and send it
Bellamy suddenly clenched his fists and looked at Waverly. She smiled gently, "It's about Yasmine, right? It doesn't matter. I support any decision you make." He did not hide his distress and apologized, "Something happened. At noon, I already signed the contract with her. I got 5000 new weapons from M Country as compensation." She fixed her eyes on him and her breathing hitched. She thought that he did not drive Yasmine away. She was ready to compete in intelligence and tactics to drive her away. It turned out that he had signed the contract with Yasmine before she could return to A Country. He did not give her even a sliver of a chance. He crushed her hope. There seemed to be a knife slashing her heart. She felt like she couldn't breathe due to the excruciating pain. She thought that he supported her. He came to M Country to see her and promised to take her back to A Country. He asked her to receive him and gave her a chance to negotiate. He
Bellamy's face was still gloomy when he got to the shore. His subordinate handed over a towel. He took it and threw it to Waverly. In a cold voice, he said, "Go to the nearest hotel." He got in the car. She saw the doctor following them. She walked towards the front seat and saw her disheveled self in the reflection of the glass window. Her wig was crooked now. Her makeup was also ruined, which made her look funny. Without makeup and expensive clothes, she was like a clown. She tidied up her hair and sat in the front seat. Even though the heating was turned on, she still felt cold and she was shivering. She looked at Bellamy in the rearview mirror. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. He was drenched and he didn't say a single word. The doctor was flustered and didn't know what to do. Two minutes later, they arrived at a hotel nearby. Bellamy's men handed the room key card to her. She entered the eleva
Waverly lifted her hair and smiled, "I cut my hair very short for some reasons before, only to find that it does not suit me. Hence, I bought wigs. It looks fake, doesn't it?" Bellamy shook his head, "Your current hairstyle suits you well. It's charming and youthful." "Ha." She laughed, "Thank you for your compliment, President Chuck. When my hair is longer, I'll change to this hairstyle. Honestly, I can only wear a wig in this season. When it's summer, it'll be too hot for wigs." "Your face is small, so short hair should suit you. You don't have to care much about others' opinions. Just do what you want to do." She nodded and continued to look out of the window. After a while, they arrived at the hotel of the Department of External Affairs, which was guarded by guards. "You don't have to send me in," she said. Bellamy looked at his watch, "I'll wait for you outside for half an hour. Is it enough?" "Yes." She walked inside. Under the guid
Bellamy's brows furrowed and he continued staring at her side profile, "Let's have a good talk." Waverly looked back at him, "A talk about what?" "I'm sorry about Yasmine. I didn't handle it properly, which made you uncomfortable," he said. Her attitude was imperative for him. "It's okay, I understand. The choice you made is correct. For me, I didn't gain or lose anything, but for Quill, he suffered much loss. Moreover, this matter can affect the reputation of our country. You don't have to feel sorry. I am not unreasonable. After thinking it through, I will be fine," she smiled. His eyes were fixated on her. At this moment, he would rather she was unreasonable. He would rather she scolded him and asked him to compensate her. He didn't want to see her being so sensible. She was calm, which made his heart ache even more. "I have secretly called Ronaldo. He promised to let you enter the cabinet. You will participate in all charity projects. After
The lamp posts lit up. She stood up and looked at her watch, "I wonder if Marie has finished cooking dinner." "Let's go and check on dinner." Bellamy got to his feet and looked at her, "Are you cold?" "I'm good. It's getting hot now and it's not dark at this time," she said. He took her hand, "Your hand is cold. After you go in, have a cup of tea first. You fell into the lake today, so you have to be extra careful to not catch a cold. It'll be uncomfortable if you get sick." "Got it. You're so long-winded." She walked forward. He smiled, "I think you're just jealous of my eloquence. Acting like Zephyrus?" She paused. In Greek mythology, the God of the West Wind, Zephyrus, was infatuated with Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo. It was a pity that Zephyrus wounded Hyacinthus fatally out of jealousy when Hyacinthus was playing a game of Quoits with Apollo, but even the God of Healing
She hadn't watched a TV show for a long time. Besides, in A Country and M Country, because of regional restrictions, she couldn't watch the same TV series. "What's good now?" Waverly asked. Since she left, Bellamy had not watched any TV shows. Therefore he said, "I'll ask." He made a phone call and asked, "Mom, it's Bellamy. Do you have any TV series recommendations?" "What genre do you prefer? Fantasy or action? You don't look like a person who likes romance," Suzi said with a smile. "Wait a minute. I'll ask Waverly." He said, looking at her, "Which would you like to watch? Fantasy, action, romance or something else?" "Romance," she said. "Do you have any romantic drama recommendations?" He asked. "'My Esteemed Excellency' is good, oh, 'The Palace' is good too, I highly recommend this," Suzi replied with a smile. "Okay, thank you, Mom." "You're welcome. I heard from Stella that Waverly will come to have lunch at noon tomorrow
Joseph looked at her helplessly as he said, "You're overreacting." Waverly looked at him in shock, and her temples were throbbing. She looked at the surrounding environment. It was her room in President's Mansion, but how could he be here? Was she dreaming? She pinched her face in front of him. It was painful. She looked at him with her large eyes and asked in disbelief, "Why are you here? This is President's Mansion. How did you get in?" A smirk rose from the corners of Joseph's mouth. His dark eyes locked with hers and he replied, "Of course it's Bellamy who let me in. How could I get into your room otherwise?" Waverly did not believe him. She turned around. Before she opened the door, he held her in his arms and said, "I'm just kidding. Of course, I knocked on the door and came in." She glared at him as she said, "We're at President's Mansion. Are you crazy?" "You are in my hands, I will be able to escape unscathed. Moreover, I a
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