"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
"Alright," Vance walked into the hotel and saw Joshua standing at the entrance of Joseph's house. He greeted respectfully, "Hello, I'm Vance. My boss wants to talk to Mr. Maccarthy. Is it possible to arrange an appointment with him now?" "I'll need to inform him first," Joshua said as he opened the door. Joseph was chatting with Duff as he was presented with a new type of gun. It looked like a pen, so it was convenient for him to bring it everywhere as it was discreet. Duff loved the pen so much that he couldn't bear to part with it. "Mr. Mccarthy, there's a man named Vance waiting outside. He says that his boss wants to talk to you," Joshua reported. "He followed us the entire way here," Joseph said leisurely and carefreely, not in a rush to respond. "I guess he wants to talk to you about dealing some weapons. He wanted to get to know you for a long time, but he never had the chance," Duff said. "Alright then. Why not do it? I am a weapons dea
Waverly spotted Agnes. She was a beautiful girl from M Country. Waverly had thought that Agnes would be a little girl like Hayley, but she was not. She looked mature, sexy and capable, her eyes sharp but clear. She looked people straight in the eye and did not hide. "How old are you?" Waverly asked. She sized Waverly up, "I should be older than you. I'm 29 years old." Waverly nodded, "You are older than me. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, I don't. For a person like me, It's better if I don't have one. I don't want to hurt other people," Agnes laughed, two faint dimples appearing on her face. Waverly remembered that Hayley also had two dimples. "Working for me is incredibly dangerous. There is a possibility that you will not come out alive," Waverly reminded her. "There's always danger in every task I do. What's there to be afraid of? Everyone will die. At most, they'll die a noble death. I'll just die an untimely one then," Agn
Welch didn't wait for Waverly to finish speaking and hung up on the call. "What did she say?" Joseph asked while shaking the glass of wine in his hand. He came off as aloof, seemingly not bothered at all. "She likes Boris and Agnes. She said that she'll give me the money when she gets back." Joseph sneered and said, "She won't be able to give you any money after she returns." At the mention of that, Joseph's face became a little darker. He dialed Waverly's number and said, "Did you tell Welch that you would give him the money when you got back?" "That's right." Joseph narrowed his eyes, "Weren't you going to give the money back to Bellamy?" Waverly sighed and gazed out of the window, "I don't have money anymore. I used too much money in the past. When I go back, I have to work hard to make money. I have to do some odd jobs." "You haven't answered my question. Are you still going to return the money to Bellamy?" Joseph kept pursuing the s