"His subordinates are looking for you from below. Did you see them?" "Yes. They are trying to make things difficult for me, right?" Waverly guessed. She slowly laid down, put her hands behind her head, looked at the sky and asked softly, "Do you love your girlfriend?" "I do," Boris said in a deep voice. "Do you love your wife?" "Yes, I do." "You found a new girlfriend, though?" Waverly looked at him. "When I love someone, I will try my best to love her. When I can't love that person anymore, my life will still continue on and there will be other people in my life. I still know how to love other people and that doesn't mean that I don't love my wife anymore anymore, but that I chose to continue living my life." Boris said. "Who do you love more, your wife or your girlfriend?" Waverly asked in a different mood. "I love them both equally. If my wife was still alive, I would not fall in love with other women. However, she died. The love I giv
"You were tricked by him," Waverly said without thinking. "Why would he lie to me? If he wanted to lie, you should be the only one he wanted to lie to. So what if he lied to you? At most, the savings in your bank of emotions would just be consumed. It's not really a big deal," Boris said. Waverly sat up. Although what Boris said seemed to be quite unthinkable, it sounded reasonable. She was also in a much better mood than when she had been alone. She no longer felt as self-deprecating, desperate and as aggrieved as before. "Are we going back now?" Waverly asked. "When we came here, I saw that there was no signal on the cell phone. This area must have been set up with a special jammer so that only a specific signal can be transmitted. However, there is signal now." "So?" Waverly failed to understand what Boris meant. "Joseph said that if I find you, I have to call him. He must have got rid of the jammer for you," Boris said. "I
As noble as Joseph was, he was still a person who was wild and arrogant. Despite that, he was kneeling in front of her in front of so many people. She panicked and her heart fluttered. She was scared and nervous. Would he suddenly flip her over? Or would he pinch her feet hard? Or perhaps in the next second, he would make her suffer a fate worse than death? He untied her 'shoes' and saw the blood stains on her great toe. He gently held her foot and said, "Your toe got scraped. Are you stupid? In the jungle, if your foot has cuts, bacterial infection can easily happen." Her feet were incredibly dirty. She felt embarrassed and wanted to pull her leg out of Joseph's grasp, but he held onto it tightly. She explained, "I was wearing high heels before, so it was difficult to walk in the jungle. The best way for me to walk was with sandals made from grass. They were quite cool too." "You're better off being my woman. If you serve me well, I can
"You don't want to say anything, do you?" said Joseph with a serious look. "I was thinking about what someone once said. He said that if a man faces a young and beautiful girl for a few hours, hours fly past as fast as several minutes. However, when he meets with an old man, hours would feel as long as days," Waverly said. Joseph furrowed his brow, "Are you comparing me to Bellamy?" "When I was a child, they all said that you were smart, especially our grandfather. He liked you a lot, but I couldn't accept it. I didn't think you were smart. I just thought that you were pretending to be smart to get their love and attention. I thought that I had to prove that I was smarter than you, so I did better than you in exams and also polished all of my skills, but I was still stumped. They still loved you more than they loved me. That love was given to you not because of your strengths, but because it was you," Waverly recalled. She slowly leaned on his knee and looked up at hi
Joseph became serious and his gaze sharpened, "When you married Bellamy, I was upset. I went to find you, but you didn't want to see me. You were bound to divorce him. It didn't matter if I was right or wrong. I couldn't watch you and him being together happily, getting along well and loving and respecting each other." "It's because you didn't like it that you slandered me so much that I was humiliated and insulted by all the people in the world, making me go down in history for thousands of years?" Waverly asked in return and her heart was cold again. "What I didn't like was you marrying Bellamy. Clearing your name was originally part of my plan. It was as easy as lifting a finger. Simply a word from me and it would be done. It was just a matter of my mood," Joseph teased. Waverly pursed her lips and did not speak. Boris had warned her before that her name must be cleared for her to be able to carry out a lot of things. Only in that way could she become the bes
Waverly watched as Joseph went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up. She picked up her phone. There was a signal on it, so she searched for information about the stone. When she looked it up on the web, she was shocked. A piece of that metal was worth three hundred tons of gold. A long time ago, it was worth one billion dollars per gram. Although there were synthetic ones at the moment, the natural products were still very expensive. The stone Joseph had given her was at least 10 grams, which meant it was worth ten billion dollars! It was way too generous of Joseph to do that. He came out after taking a shower. "Is this stone natural or synthetic?" Waverly asked. "It's natural. I found a uranium mine," said Joseph. As she was once a member of the Mccarthy family, she knew that uranium was a radioactive element that could produce alpha, beta and gamma rays. It was rarely formed naturally and was mainly used to produce ren
"Mr. Mccarthy doesn't allow me to mention this matter. Forget it, I don't want him to be angry. Don't ask any more questions. There is no benefit in knowing so much. I'll go out first to deal with what Mr. Mccarthy has ordered me to do," Joshua said, turned around and walked towards the door. ...... In the afternoon, Waverly visited the personnel of the Department of External Affairs according to the schedule. She visited their museum, watched Mexiland's dance performances and thought about negotiating with Thomas. While watching the play, she felt uneasy. Her cell phone rang and she saw that the caller was Joseph, so she answered. "Have you made an appointment with Thomas?" Joseph asked. "I don't have any way to contact Thomas. After dinner, I'll go with the people from the Department of External Affairs. When the time comes, I'll ask them if anyone knows him," Waverly said. "The Department of External Affairs and the Resources Department are two in
There was no change in Waverly's expression, "Even if we had arranged to meet beforehand, I would do so after you left. I won't make an appointment with him when you are here with me." Joseph's eyes narrowed, "What did you just say?" "I'm telling the truth. Isn't it stupid for me to arrange a meeting with him when you are here? Or do you think that because I've lived too comfortably these few days that I'm looking for reasons to be abused?" Waverly smiled and sat opposite him. Her eyes were clear, "Do you think there is any need for me to see him now?" Joseph squinted his eyes and looked at her suspiciously, "You don't love him anymore?" "He never reciprocated my love. In the first place, there weren't many feelings in our relationship. Even if there was a bit of love left, after his countless betrayals and neglect, it was reduced to nothing," Waverly said with no expression on her face. Joseph sized up Waverly. Waverly was looking at him calmly, the