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
Stella Grace's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the wooden token. There were no signatures on the wooden token. The handwriting was elegant and the brushstrokes prominent. She could tell at a glance that it was Jasper Milton's handwriting. "It was written today." Lena Yard exclaimed in surprise. Stella's eyes had turned misty. She lowered her eyes as much as she could to hide her tears. "Inspector Grace, what's wrong?" Lena asked. "Do you have a pen and a wooden token? I want to stay alone for a while." Stella said, fighting to remain calm. "Oh, yes." Lena fished out a pen and a wooden board, which she had prepared for a long time ago, from her bag and handed them to Stella. Stella sat under the tree and wrote on the board, "I won't forgive you. Take care." She did not write the name and the date. She hung it next to the wooden token written by Jasper and stared at them. The two wooden planks were leaning against each oth
Jasper Milton was sure that she was really Stella Grace. His eyes sank, as if they were condensed by mist, which was dark and far-reaching. How long had it been since he last saw her? It was the 65th day. They met each other in summer. When they met again, it was already late autumn. "Are you all right?" Jasper asked in a hoarse voice. When he asked, his voice was already choked with sobs. Stella unconsciously looked at his broken finger, and her eyes turned a little wet. She did not know how to hide her emotions now. She turned her face away and said coldly, "Isn't it inappropriate to talk about the old days now? Don't fall into someone else's trap." "I've come in. If it's a trap, I can't avoid it anymore." Jasper sat by the bathroom and stared at her with no intention of leaving. "You're thinner." "Isn't it trendy now? The waif-look is regarded as beautiful?" "I think you look better when you're chubbier," Jasper said faintly.
No matter how rational Stella Grace was, this incident was too jarring. She was frightened out of her wits and held Jasper Milton's hand immediately. "How could someone suddenly die here?" Jasper narrowed his eyes, and said urgently, "Someone is trying to frame you." Bang, bang, bang! In three bangs the door outside was knocked open. "Jasper, leave now. Otherwise, they will suspect that the man caught us being intimate red-handed, and hence we harmed him. He who wants to beat his dog will easily find a stick," Stella said urgently. "Stella, do you believe me?" Jasper asked coldly. "Yes," Stella answered without hesitation. The security guards of the hotel rushed in and headed straight for the hanging garden. "Excuse me, Chief. We found a dead man in the hanging garden. We didn't find the murderer." The security captain reported through his walkie-talkie. He knitted his brows and scanned the room, and then ordered his subordinates, "
"I didn't lie, I didn't." The security captain swore to the police with his eyes wide open. He turned and pointed at Jasper Milton. "I know why you framed me. It must be that you had an affair with Ms. Grace. You were caught red-handed, so you killed him to cover it up." "Are you a mad dog? Biting anyone you see." Stella Grace snapped angrily. Jasper became much calmer. "Please think about it logically. If you are going to kill someone out of emergency, you don't need to prepare poison. With my skills, I can do it easily, would I let you discover me?" Jasper asked. "Right, now I understand. You must have fed him poison first but then he didn't die, so you stabbed him again. Miss Grace is timid so she screamed." "She screamed. You rushed here from the 17th floor and the journey would only take one minute. You said that you heard the scream at 9:30 p.m. and that it was 9:41 p.m. when you came in. Excuse me, what were you doing in the 11 minutes? In add