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
Stella Grace looked at him with red eyes, there was a reflection of herself in his pupils. She did not like him, she loved him. She had never liked a person so much. So much that she wanted to devote herself wholeheartedly to him and try her very best to be with him. "Whether I like you or not, it can't change our relationship." Stella said rationally. "So, Stella, you like me, don't you?" Jasper Milton held her hand tightly. Her answer was very important to him. It was a glimmer of light in his dark life. Stella's eyes were glittering, but she did not answer. Jasper was excited and kissed her on the lips. His kiss was deep and vigorous, as if he had absorbed all his thoughts of her from the past two months into it. She felt bitter in her aching heart. He lifted her chin and pecked her again and again. She knew that she should refuse, and should be stubborn. She should go on with the path she had planned without hesitati
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