"You, h-how are you h-here?" Waverly stuttered. All sorts of guesses went through her mind. She suspected that Joseph had sent someone to follow her, but she immediately dismissed this idea. If Joseph's people followed her, she wouldn't even have been able to board the plane, but she would have been brought to Joseph instead. However, how did he find her? She was certain that he was able to make use of his resources to find out that she had come to Mexiland. It was incredible that he could find her within such a short time. "I called you but your phone was turned off. Were you on the plane? Nowadays, you don't need to turn off your phone during a plane ride," Waverly calmed down and quickly changed the subject. Joseph remained silent while looking at her slyly. Pursing his lips, he stayed quiet. "Yesterday, when I left, my phone was turned off..." Waverly wanted to explain. However, she realized that going to Mexiland was already su
"I can buy one myself," Waverly refused his offer and bought an ice cream herself. Joseph widened his eyes, upset. He shoved his ice cream into her hands, "Eat it." Waverly frowned, "I can't eat two." "We'll deal with that later on," he said as he turned around. He bought the tickets and boarded the ship. There were tables, chairs and mats. There was also a roof that could shelter them from the sun. After boarding the boat, Joseph laid directly on the mat and put one hand over his forehead, covering most of his face. Waverly looked at the two ice creams in her hands and sighed, looking at the shore next to her. People really were quite strange. When she was at the shore, she had looked at the scenery of the river. When she was on the boat, she chose to watch the scenery on the shore instead. She was going to have dinner with the sergeant tonight, and she didn't want to bring Joseph along with her. She was going to the black ma
Waverly had originally wanted to refuse the money. However, Bellamy had ended up transferring the money to her himself. She still felt some lingering fear whenever Joseph got angry. The most important thing was that there was no benefit at all for her to argue with him at the moment. "Didn't you say you wanted to hire six people for me? Six people might cost millions of dollars. I rejected your ice cream because I wanted to reel in a bigger fish," Waverly frowned as she said. "Give him his money back. Since he gave you fifty million dollars, why don't I give you five hundred million?" Joseph said pointedly. She knew that he was filthy rich. That was good, as she could make good use of his wealth without guilt or feel like she owed him a favor. "I'll handle it after I get back." "You should be able to do it now." "I only have fifty million dollars in my phone. I transferred too much before, and my account got restricted. I can only deal wi
Joseph locked his ice-cold gaze on her, while Waverly also looked back at him without any sign of weakness. Those with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that they were quarreling with each other. Joseph smiled, standing up. Waverly was surprised so she straightened her back. She had never thought that Joseph would come over. He was someone who was a hundred times prouder and more arrogant than her. He sat next to her and asked, "Why did you call me over?" Waverly was dumbfounded. She hadn't wanted to call him over at all. He was the one who had asked her to go over to him. She had been upset upon hearing his order, so she asked him to come over instead. "Why did you call me over?" Waverly asked in the same way as he did. Joseph suddenly got closer to her, and as fast as lightning, he kissed her on the lips. Waverly subconsciously pushed him back. He pressed against the back of her head, taking a deep breath. He said
"There's an even more stupid person who wants to spend a hundred million dollars to hire someone for me," Waverly said. "It seems that intelligence can really rub off on someone," Joseph said with disdain. "So, don't play games with people like me," Waverly reminded him. "You're becoming smarter the longer you're by my side. Do you want to play with me?" Joseph asked in reply. "Do I have a choice?" "Now, it's up to you to decide. Do you want to play with me?" Joseph put away his cynicism as he became serious. Waverly asked lightly, "What do you mean by playing with you? What happens if I don't play then?" She became skeptical of his intentions. "If you play with me, I'll help you get revenge and Melinda will be under your feet. She'll never have the chance to rise again. If you don't play, you'll be left to fend for yourself. I wouldn't care whether you're alive or dead," Joseph said seriously. Waverly also became serious as she asked, "D
Waverly had grown used to the way Joseph talked. Finishing the soup in one gulp, she handed the bowl back to him and said, "I'll repay the money when I head back to see Bellamy. I want two people, a man and a woman. I'll be choosing them, so you can't interfere. It's better for you to not show up." "Choose two women," Joseph insisted. "Men and women handle problems differently. With a male and female assassin, I can solve my problems more thoroughly. Perhaps, you're thinking that I'll fall in love with the male assassin? Do you really lack that much confidence?" Waverly goaded. "I'm just worried that you won't be able to control them. Do you think that I lack confidence?" Joseph scoffed as his eyes turned cold. "A man and woman it is then. Take your medicine, then we can leave." As Waverly was indeed a little dizzy, she suspected that she really had caught a cold. She couldn't get sick. If she did, a lot of her plans would be delayed. She went to tak
"You're already paying for it. If you go, these people will no longer be said to be mine," Waverly bluntly stated. Joseph smirked, "You're still separating what's yours and what's mine till now? Or are you going to use these people to deal with me in the future?" "You don't have to pay if you're scared." "Even if I gave you a hundred of those people, you wouldn't be able to hurt me at all," Joseph said conceitedly. He had an enormous amount of confidence. However, those words hurt her. "So, what will you do?" Joseph's eyes were as cold as ice as he spoke, "I won't go with you when you choose who to take. I've given you many choices. This is the last chance. Don't pay for your own mistakes." "Perhaps, you not giving me a chance is the wisest choice instead," Waverly replied, her face becoming serious. After the meal, Waverly and Welch left. Only Duff and Joseph were left in the room. Joseph felt listless as he looked at t
"However, I won't be killing innocent girls. There's no way a little girl could be your enemy. Even if she was your enemy's child, she's still innocent. If you want me to kill a little girl, then you can find someone else. I don't want to do that," Boris replied firmly. Waverly looked at Boris with strange emotions in her eyes, including sympathy, pity, confusion, and admiration. "Why do people who are kind, righteous, virtuous, brave, and principled end up so miserable?" Waverly asked, her eyes slightly red. She knew what had happened to Boris. He had been righteous and passionate from the very beginning, and he wanted to serve his country. Yet, step by step, he had always been on the verge of life and death, painfully losing his lover and child. It wasn't easy for him to find love again, yet his girlfriend ended up comatose because of him. He should be in a lot of pain and self-hate! He even had to become an assassin. She felt a faint a