"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
Waverly sighed. She knew that Joseph could do anything. She wanted to get rid of him. If she had enough power to resist him, then he wouldn't be acting so arrogantly in front of her. All she could do was to endure, remain dormant, and settle down. "There is one more candidate left, and she will come in an hour. One has already caught my eye, and I don't know about the other one. If I don't like her, then I'll have to wait longer. I want to be able to trust them if I were to hire them. I don't want to have someone whom I can't trust or vice versa to avoid more troubles in the future," Waverly said. "Well, did you like Boris?" Joseph asked. "He's not bad." "Indeed, he is. Any country would have spent tens of billions of dollars for the biological weapon in his hands. He didn't even ask for a penny, but instead gave it to Stella. That man's conscience is as clear as yours. Given that he has lived such a miserable life, it's expected that he still
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