Jasper Milton asked Stella Grace to follow him. She couldn't refuse. Psychology was usually employed to help profile a person's state of mind from his words, action, eyes, expression and emotions. It would be a useful skill for the average person. But there was always those capable of concealing their thoughts and emotions. You could never know what was on their mind. Jasper was one of them. Three years ago, he might still be an enthusiastic young man, impulsive and sometimes irrational. The past three years had matured him, made him more restrained and domineering. He was a true king now. Stella followed Jasper to the study room on the ground floor. "Close the door," Jasper ordered as he sat on a sofa. He typed a text message on his phone and sent it out. He put his phone on the tea table. Stella felt stressed all of a sudden. She sat in front of him and looked into his dark eyes. Jasper sized her up.
Since Jasper Milton was just trying to help her, Stella Grace decided to give in. He might get angry if she continued pushing his limits. She turned away and looked out the window, feeling very impetuous. It was the fear of uncertainties. Stella's phone rang. She took her phone from her bag, it was Eli Wayne. She immediately answered it.. "Stella where are you now? I escaped work and came to pick you up. It's raining heavily," Eli said astutely. Stella replied, "Can you go to the Skies Villa now? I will be there. Can you call me when you reach?" "Okay. See you later." Eli quickly hung up. Stella felt relieved. Jasper still had his grim expression on, his eyes still dark and gloomy. He said calmly to Lieutenant Shine, "It would be a good time to train the soldiers with weather like this. Call for an emergency training in ten minutes. Make sure to take care of their safety and get the medics on standby." Stella pau
Stella Grace's eyes quivered as she stared intently at Jasper Milton. She wanted to see if he was lying. He wasn't. He was more unfathomable than she was. Had he been dreaming about her all this time? Did he keep thinking about her? Even though she had made up her mind to leave the past behind, this was still a heavy blow. "We met once three years ago, on a train. You were concerned about my little finger. Dreams may not be memories, but they might be things that you remember incorrectly. There was a mentally-ill patient, telling a ghost story. She said her husband's mistress' name was Anna Schultz, and their daughter born out of wedlock was Rainie Miller. But in actual fact, Anna was actually her daughter's name, while Rainie was her daughter's classmate's name. You recalled that the woman in your dream broke a finger. You subconsciously thought it was me. In fact, it might not be me," Stella explained. Jas
Greg Miles was worried "You're right. Only Angie herself could have found her own temples in the dark. It's so accurate. But I am afraid that we wouldn't be able to convince Jacob Anderson without any solid evidence.". "Let's ask Jeremy Shine. What does this photo mean to him? I think there should be some hint from this," Stella Grace suggested calmly. "Why would you think so?" Greg asked, puzzled. "Angie had been preparing for this for a few days. The way she planned things shows that she was a careful person. Since she chose to commit suicide, she was worried that the fitness coach would be a suspect. That was the whole reason she gave him this box. This clue should be very useful," Stella analyzed. "Why did she have to do it in such a unique way? Couldn't she just cut her wrist?" the policeman asked. Stella was stunned, a faint pain appeared on her wrist. But she still maintained her calm demeanor. "Because she still held a grudge,
There was something that she learned from her textbook: A powerful woman would keep a man's money. A kind woman would retain a man's dignity. A clever woman would keep her own dignity. Angie Anderson was a kind woman, though Stella Grace despised Jeremy Shine for what he did. But knowing the kind of person Angie was, she would be satisfied with the small justice she was afforded. Money, power, status, none of that can bring true happiness. You have to want it. People who are more easily satisfied tend to be happier. Stella's phone rang. It was Eli Wayne. She smiled and happily picked up the call. "Stella, where are you now? The training is finally over. Jasper is a demon. I regret working in the military. Not only did I not get myself a boyfriend, I'm becoming more masculine," Eli complained. Stella was amused. "We'll meet at Suntec International Inc. I'll go there now to look for a restaurant. I'll send you the location s
What did he mean by put him to sleep and run away? It sounded too ambiguous but it also hinted at her little secret. Stella grew increasingly nervous. She tried to break free to no avail. "Your assistant told me you haven't been sleeping well for a long time, so I didn't want to disturb you. Then something popped up so I had no choice but to leave before you woke up," she explained. Jasper Milton cupped her face and turned her to face him. He was boiling with anger, his eyes were burning, even the breath left on her face was hot. "Stop giving excuses. All you did was put me to sleep. You did nothing." "Well, I wanted to do something, but you were sleeping soundly." Stella tried to break free from his hand. She failed and he pulled her closer. "What are you trying to do to me?" Stella pushed her hands against his chest and raised her voice. "Treat you, of course. What else would I do to you?" Jasper pursed his lips and looked int
He was overpowering, just like she remembered. Domineering and harsh, she could not turn him down nor could she break free from him. She simply didn't have the strength. She did not want to go back to the past. She was in despair, every single day. Stella pressed her lips together tightly, guarding it from his tongue. The more she resisted, the more he wanted to conquer her. Jasper kissed even more passionately. His big palms slid under her skirt. Stella could feel nothing but immense fear. She could not make a sound. Her lips was pressed shut. There was no way she could break free from him. Why did he insist on making her fall in love with him again? He lost his memory and completely forgot her. She loved him deeply, but she could only see him falling deeply in love with other women. She had become the target of public criticism, but he just let her go so easily, by forgetting about her. If Frederick
Stella Grace got so angry, she couldn't utter a word. He had treated her like a prostitute! What was she going to do? What could she do? Sue him? She couldn't bring herself to do that. She couldn't ruin his reputation, upset him, or harm him in any way. Moreover, he had already forgotten about her. He only cared about Bettany Hadley now. Stella felt her face warming up and she realized she was tearing up again. She wiped away her tears and looked Jasper in the eye. There was no emotion in them. "Why are you crying?" Jasper finally asked with a frown. The more Stella thought about it, the angrier she got. She smacked him with a pillow again. He caught it calmly and put it away then looked her in her red eyes. "Forget about it, Jasper. There are things that you shouldn't be involved in. Don't get yourself into any trouble. You, Jasper Milton, are a big shot. You could be a top dog one day, that's what
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