Think thrice before getting into a marriage. If it did not start well, it would definitely not end well. She and Jasper had a good start. They could only hope that things would turn out well. "Each of us can keep a copy." Stella happily put her ID card, birth certificate, and marriage certificate into her bag. Jasper glanced at her bright eyes and white teeth, his heart instantly softened. This woman, who was a stranger, had now become his wife. He needed to take good care of her for the rest of his life. He couldn't help but to smile at the thought. "Shouldn't we keep them together?" Stella smiled, took out her copy, and put it in the gift bag. "Thank you, my husband." Jasper cleared his throat. "You're welcome." "Ha, ha, ha." Stella smiled happily. She could still remember how she had bombarded him with questions when they first met. He took his time to answer all of them, just like now. In fact, Jasper had not changed at a
Stella Grace jumped. She turned around and looked at Jasper Milton. With one hand in his pocket he stormed up the stairs, glaring at Frederick Addington. Frederick squinted, and his eyes were full of hatred. "You can't make Stella happy," Frederick said. Jasper walked up to Stella, put his arms around her waist, and protectively pulled her to his side. "You have no right to judge that. You're just being a sour grape." Frederick gritted his teeth. "I don't want to argue with you." He walked past Jasper and went down the stairs. Jasper turned around and looked at him. "Mr. Addington, I don't interfere with my wife's social circle, but there is a limit to everything. I am willing to use extreme measures to put some ambitious people in their place." As he said this, he held Stella tighter. "Extreme measures?" Frederick smiled. He was not afraid at all. In fact, he sneered at the threat. "You can't get love through coercion. Stella..."
"How do you know? What's your basis? How did you conclude that there is more than one murderer? How did you know they are not doing well? How do you know the woman is his ex-girlfriend?" "Tony was 190 centimetres tall and he weighed 85 kilograms. Do you think that a single person can carry his body? Also the place he was dumped is very remote, no car could get into the area. The murderers are very familiar with the terrain and they even know how to avoid crowds. Even if they met someone, no one would suspect them. Do you think rich people would use public toilets in remote areas? Tony was a high ranking male escort. His clients were all rich and famous. Beautiful, like Katty. Every single shot counts for him. Why would he waste time on an ordinary woman? Well, there's only one possibility, his ex-girlfriend. It's either he still loved her or he got dumped by her. As for the cutting equipment? It should belong to them. Isn't it weird to use some
Stella Grace nodded. Jasper Milton left in a hurry. His fists were clenched, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were wet. Stella was a little worried about him. He didn't look too good. She looked out the window in time to catch him. He didn't even greet the soldiers and headed straight to the car. Jasper had left in a hurry, without giving her any information. She didn't know if Jasper still had time in the afternoon for their plans. After lunch, she lay in bed and played with her mobile phone. Greg Miles called. Stella answered, "What's wrong, Greg?" "Stella, you are really good. We've caught Tony's ex-girlfriend. Their family has a raw meat processing plant, and she confessed to her murder. Her parents disliked him for not being good enough. So she broke up with him and married another man, they had a son together too. Later, Tony hooked up with her, and old feelings were rekindled. She didn't know that Tony had S
Stella Grace sat on the sofa and rested for a while. Her eyelids drooped. She couldn't faint. She shook her head, stood up, smeared her pale lips with lipstick, changed into clean clothes, and wrapped herself in a black windbreaker. This way, even if the blood seeped out, no one would notice it. She took the suitcase out and called the soldier on duty. "Hello, I'm sorry, my suitcase is broken. It's of great significance to me. I want to get it fixed. Could you please call a car for me? Also, the sheets are stained too. Please change them." "Oh, okay, I'll call someone to come over now. Please wait for five minutes." The soldier went to make the call. Stella went into the kitchen. Jasper Milton had a small stove. She found the sugar at the pantry and ate a spoonful of it. "It's ready," the soldier reported. "Thank you," Stella said calmly, pulling her suitcase past the soldier. The soldier saw that the four wheels were still in order
There was no need for her to love someone who did not care about her. Stella Grace made up her mind. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and tapped the sink with her finger. "Stella, don't be sad. Everyone has the right to choose. He doesn't love you. You can't control it. A forced love will only end in tragedy. Only you know your own pain. However, as long as you don't love him, you won't get hurt or feel wronged. Whoever he loves has nothing to do with you. You just need to know this, no one in the world will love you. You are the only one who loves yourself. Don't commit suicide, don't be desperate, don't hurt others, and don't hurt yourself." She withdrew her hand. The silence was deafening. Her eyes dimmed. Okay, she failed to hypnotize herself. She still felt the pain in her heart, the sadness twisting inside her like a knife. She couldn't believe she actually tried hypnotizing herself. Hypnosis
"I did not study psychology, but I think that if a man has already made up his mind to cheat on you, you should just let him go. You will eventually find someone who will treat you wholeheartedly. The key is that you must be willing to give up," the man said. "Thank you, I have another phone call coming in. I'll hang up now." Stella hung up and looked at Jasper Milton's caller ID, but did not answer. When people were impulsive, angry, wronged, or vexed, it was best to calm down for five minutes first. If sharp words were said, it would only hurt the other party. It might not necessarily be a good thing for you if the other party was hurt. Especially when they were your relatives, friends, colleagues, boss, or lover. Jasper called again, and Stella answered. "Where are you?" Jasper asked in a tired voice. If he had used up all his energy on another woman, what was the point of getting mad at him?! If she lost her temper, he would only think that
"What's wrong?" Stella Grace squinted at him. Jasper Milton masked his emotions perfectly, his expression was indifferent and there was not a hint on his face that anything was wrong. He hugged another woman yesterday and stayed with her late into the night. Shouldn't he feel just a little guilty or uneasy around her? Or maybe he thought of himself as a king, who was above all others. Whatever love he gave to women was considered charity, so what did he have to feel guilty about? She didn't know him nor could she understand him. She just couldn't see through him. He never wanted her in his life. He had never shed tears for her, even when she almost died. Yet he shed tears of excitement for that other girl, and even left a mark on her face with his lips. Whatever, just forget about it! "It's nothing. Things have happened recently and I'm in a bad mood. I hope it doesn't affect you," Stella said with a smile. Jasper frowned. "Must you
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