Stella Grace, "..." For a moment, she was speechless. "I don't know him well. Let's get down to business first. He has an ex-girlfriend whose father is a geologist who knows Ryan. His company is collaborating with a construction company to acquire that piece of land. I suspect that it is the location marked on the map of Tavers Village," Stella said calmly. "His ex-girlfriend? So he doesn't have a girlfriend now," Jasper said insidiously. Stella sighed. "He should have a girlfriend now. I don't know him that well. Besides, I'm already a military bride. Don't you think you're thinking too much?" "Good, as long as you are aware. I'll look into the land you mentioned. We can just confiscate it from them. None of them can get their hands on it then," Jasper said succinctly. Stella thought it was great and smiled. "There's one more thing. I'm on my way back to the military base. I'm leaving for Yale City tomorrow. It's also Ryan's hometown. I'm going to b
As an extra precaution, Stella Grace bought pepper spray and a stun gun and put them in her bag on her way to Frederick's villa. It took her an hour to get there. She entered the password, which was still Felicia Chuck's birthday. Ironic, wasn't it? The door opened and Stella walked in. Frederick Addington and the little fellow were sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. Stella was shocked when she saw the child. He looked like a mini version of her. He looked just like her when she was small. Frederick suddenly smiled deviously at Stella. "Why are you still standing there? The groceries are all in the kitchen. We're waiting for you to cook. Titus and I haven't eaten yet." Titus looked at Stella with a pair of stunning black eyes. "Are you my mommy?" he asked in a squeaky voice. Stella walked toward the little fellow in a daze and squatted down in front of him. She was too shocked, and her mind was blank. She studied his face. Titu
Frederick Addington was angry and hurt. He let go of her and said, "Stella, you can't have both. It's impossible for you to have Jasper and the child. If you want Jasper, I won't give the child to you. I will tell Titus that you chose love and abandoned him." "Titus is still young, you'll traumatize him," Stella cried anxiously. She was so disgusted with Frederick at that moment. "Isn't this your choice? Love or family, you can only choose one," Frederick said firmly, staring at Stella. Stella Grace fixed her eyes on Frederick, her mind in turmoil. Why couldn't romantic love and family love go hand in hand? The child clearly belonged to her and Jasper. She could go to Jasper. Now that she knew how he looked like, it was only a matter of time before they tracked Titus down with facial recognition software. Stella slowly regained her clarity. She had to leave now. She couldn't provoke Frederick, so she had to retreat carefully. "I have to think abou
"When did this start?" Frederick Addington asked worriedly. Her illness was obvious to him, it was almost the same as her mother's. She did not want to hide it. "After my attempted suicide failed." Frederick was puzzled. "You're a psychologist. Haven't you seen many patients?" Stella Grace had mentioned she was mentally ill before, but he didn't take her seriously then. He did now. "A doctor can't treat herself. I tried to hypnotize myself many times, but I failed. I put two types of medicine in my bag. One is sleeping pills, and the other is Chlorpromazine. Chlorpromazine acts as a tranquilizer, it works wonders on mania. However, it has serious side effects. It's toxic and remain in the body for up to six hours. Therefore, I can only take it once every six hours or it would cause amenorrhea, high pressure and depression. That's why I have long-term insomnia. And that is why I have sleeping pills with me, I am dependent on them.
Stella Grace was very determined. "I also have something to do. It will take three months." She had a tendency to abandon things halfway through. It was evident in her love for Frederick, her love for Jasper, even her love for her work. If she faked her death, it would be impossible for her to stay in A city. She still had things to do, so as not to leave any regrets. Frederick Addington finally gave in. "Okay, I will give you three months. I will send Titus away in three months. Stella, don't do anything that you'll regret, and don't let Jasper know about this. Otherwise, there really is no turning back." Stella nodded. "I'm going back. I'll go to Yale City tomorrow." "I'll send you back to the military base." Frederick opened the door of the bathroom. Stella looked at Titus. "No, I can go back by myself." Titus sat in a chair and looked at them like he was afraid of being abandoned. Stella stepped forward and kissed Titus on the forehe
Stella Grace came to her senses and looked at Jasper Milton No matter what they went through, they still couldn't be together. Was it because she didn't fulfill her promise to Timmy Nine? After she left, Jasper would go back to Bettany. Would he forget her again? If she left and changed her appearance, where would she take Titus? The more she thought about it, the more distracted she became. "I'm thinking about Tavers Village. I'm a little distracted," Stella said with a smile. Jasper smiled and looked at her dotingly. "I didn't expect my mother to accept us so soon." "Your mother actually loves you very much. Three years ago, your father kidnapped me. Your mother was the one who stopped it. If it weren't for your mother, I might have died. She is not a bad person. She just wants the best for you," Stella explained. "If she gets to know you, she will eventually see the good in you, and in time, she will realize that you are the most suit
Stella's heart was trembling. In other words, if Bettany Hadley brought their child to him, he would still choose her, right? Unfortunately, she was going to be one to give up first this time around. Even if they were no longer together in the future, he will always be the man whom she loved the most, forever and always. "Jasper, why do you like me? Didn't you say that I wasn't your type?" Stella smiled and said. "You've been pushing me away, so I said that on purpose. I think you fit my requirements quite perfectly." Jasper Milton murmured. His face turned red. He was not used to saying romantic words like these. "I'm quite mean, and I don't speak nice words." Stella said self-deprecatingly. "Don't judge a book by its cover. Those who speak only good words might have ill intentions too. Even if they only had good intentions, they are probably a rare breed. I'm usually quite apprehensive to those who are too well-mannered. And honestly, I don't
A sharp look flashed across Stella's eyes. She was very unhappy. She glared at Frederick Addington and said, "Frederick, I don't understand what you're saying." Frederick grinned wickedly. "Just kidding, don't take it seriously. I'm going to play cards with my friends nearby. I'm leaving." He entered the car and drove away. Stella knew that he was here to give her a hint that he was everywhere. "I don't like him. Stay away from him when you see him next time." Jasper Milton said to Stella. "I don't like him either," Stella replied with certainty. Both of them headed back home. Jasper drove while Stella leaned against the seat and looked out of the window. She was gazing at the night scene. "Sleep for a while if you're tired. I'll wake you up when we arrive at the military base," Jasper urged in a deep voice. "Okay." Stella shut her eyes, but she just couldn't fall asleep. There were too many thoughts flooding her mind. Thus, she ope
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