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
"Okay." Stella Grace responded. After resting for a while, she went back to her room. Secrecy was difficult if there were too many people around. They would also be targeted by others, so they had to be cautious. When she lay down on the bed, she received a text message. Stella saw that it was from Jasper Milton. "What are you doing?" Stella smiled, showing a sincere smile for these two months. "Getting ready to sleep, what about you?" "So am I. Let's sleep." Stella dozed off while holding her mobile phone. When she woke up, the sky was already very bright. She checked the time. Ten o'clock. She was late. She got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on her makeup, changed her clothes, and went out. She passed by Room 1827. The door was closed. Jasper should have left. When she went down to the lobby, Eden Yard was already there. Stella nodded politely and said, "Well, I go
"Yes, she's quite cool and harsh," Stella Grace said with a smile as she looked at Mina Hadley. Mina nimbly navigated the room, removing the other party's surveillance cameras while installing their own plus anti-surveillance equipment. "Don't worry. Number 1666 is an all-rounder. If you have anything that needs to be done, you can let her do it," Jasper Milton whispered. "Okay, I know." Stella answered and walked to the hanging garden. "Don't look for anyone from the Inspection Institution when you are investigating. I suspect that someone in the institution is colluding with them," Jasper said suspiciously. "I have suspects. Eden and Lena. They've been prying at us all the way here." "It's normal if they pry. After all, you and Mina were too abrupt. They will worry about themselves. I think the director is the one who has a problem. I gave you a team. Just tell number 1666, she will contact them." Stella's heart softened when she heard that.
Stella Grace was pleasantly surprised. "Why are you here?" "I was passing by. I have to go to the neighboring city, and to deal with something in the evening," Jasper Milton explained. So that's why Mina Hadley suddenly wanted to buy clothes and did not want her to accompany her. "I've made great progress here. I've already deployed surveillance on the people who are smuggling antiques. As long as they are arrested one by one, we will be able to catch all people of Ecocity Building Company soon. Then they will be able to implicate Lionel. Once we arrest Lionel, we will bring the murder case in the village to book," Stella said with an air of satisfaction. "Mina has reported it to me. I think that even if someone points to Lionel, he may not confess to the massacre of the village. One is imprisonment, and the other is a death sentence, he is not stupid. We need to find the gold bars," Jasper observed. "I hope we can find evidence as soon as possible so that
Frederick Addington came in from the door and sat lazily on her sofa, looking at her with deep eyes. "What will you do after you find out who raped you?" "Who the hell is it?" Stella Grace could not calm down, and her eyes were red. She wanted to know where her child had gone. Frederick smirked. "Sleep with me. I'll tell you who it is." Stella picked up the fruit plate on the tea table and smashed it on Frederick's body. She roared, "Get out." Frederick held her hand with great strength and pulled her to his side. "Jasper can sleep with you, why can't I? Jasper has slept with many women before, hasn't he?" "At least he hasn't done that since he met me." Stella could not bear to hear Frederick speak ill of Jasper. "Why not, how about Katty? They are engaged. Stella, don't be silly, it's impossible for you to be with him." Stella was about to withdraw her hand. Frederick grabbed it firmly and did not want to let go. She bit his
Stella Grace couldn't fall asleep that night. The incident from three years ago haunted her. When she came out of the room, she was dragged away by a man. He was very strong. The guy turned her around, covering her mouth, and forced himself on her like a beast. Jasper Milton was very gentle to her. He would always prioritize her comfort. Jasper was a patient man, the complete opposite of her rapist. As she lay under her attacker, she saw Frederick Addington having sex with that woman in a car parked next to them. She passed out from the pain. When she regained consciousness, she realized that she was lying in the wilderness, and the man had gone. Jasper was a responsible person. She would not believe that Jasper would do something like that. Could this be a conspiracy set up by Frederick? At 8 a.m., Stella lay in her bed after having breakfast. She texted Jasper, "I'm already in Riverell City. My current loca
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