It was already 10 a.m. when Stella Grace woke up. Jasper Milton was not by her side. She got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and stepped out of the room. Jasper was not in the living room either. She wanted to say goodbye to him before leaving, so she gave him a call. "When will you be leaving?" Jasper asked. "In the afternoon. It's already ten o'clock, I'll leave after lunch. Will you be coming back for lunch? If you are, I'll cook for you as well," Stella replied softly. "Okay, I'll be there in an hour." Jasper hung up and looked at the report in his hand. There were two types of medications in Stella's bag. One was the sleeping pills, and the other was Chlorpromazine. The sedative in Chlorpromazine was generally used to cure those with manic depressive disorder. Why would Stella carry this kind of medicine with her? He remembered when Stella quarreled with him, she mentioned something about being sick as well.
He liked what she said - "Our future may be full of thorns, but as long as we face these challenges hand in hand, we will definitely conquer them together." Marriage was only the beginning of a new life, not the end. After lunch, he took her to the train station. He greeted the station master. The train was set for Yale City and Jasper Milton had bought her a first-class ticket. When Stella Grace was about to walk towards the platform, she realized that she was reluctant to leave him. She turned her head and looked at him. The corner of Jasper's lips curved up slightly. He was calm and composed. Even though he was out of the military base, he still stood straight and tall. His assuring gaze gave Stella a sense of security. No matter how reluctant they were to leave each other, they knew they had to part ways. Stella got on the bullet train. A notification came to her phone. She tapped on the screen and saw Jasper's message. "I've reserved
"I'll go with you. I've assisted in FBI cases before. I hope that I could be of some help. Just treat this as a way of repaying you for introducing customers to me." Stella Grace said. On one hand, she was determined to help Rolland Cher out. On the other hand, Rolland's ex-girlfriend's father had a special identity, so she wanted to take this opportunity to understand him better. "Then, I'm sorry to be of trouble to you." Rolland said apologetically. "Please don't mention it." Half an hour later, Rolland arrived in a private residential area that was located in the city center. Stella noticed that the outer wall of these private properties looked quite old. Every house was at least 20 meters apart. These people used fences to seal up their front door. They made some parking spaces and planted some greens. There were even street lights and surveillance cameras. Policemen were standing in front of Rolland's ex-girlfriend's house, and they had set up a
"I've done the necessary paperwork here. Normally, it would be approved within three days. I will use my connections and it should be approved by tomorrow evening. I will give you a call after it's done. If everything goes well, I should be able to arrive at your place tomorrow." Jasper Milton stated. Stella Grace smiled. She was quite excited when she thought about him coming tomorrow. They had just parted their ways today, but she felt as if they had been separated for ages. "Have you eaten?" Stella asked out of concern. "Yes, and I made a phone call just now. The director of the Yale City police department will pick you up tomorrow. You have full authority over this case." "That's great. Let's talk about the details after I've seen the information tomorrow. I've checked the perimeters today. There is a surveillance camera installed outside their room. If the camera is working, not only would it be easy for us to find the murderer, there might be an unex
In the past, she used to shoulder everything on her own. She would keep to herself no matter how serious the matter was. She was so used to suppressing everything in her heart. Now, she finally had a person she could trust and confide in. Stella Grace gave Jasper Milton a call. He answered quickly, "Your call came much later than I expected." "Are you busy now?" Stella was worried that she was disturbing him. "I remember I once told you that you are the most important person to me. I will deal with your things first, only then move on to the others." The corner of her mouth curved upwards slightly. Her eyes trembled, she was moved by his words. Jasper was not a romantic person. However, his words always sounded very sweet to her, just like molten chocolate. "Jasper, have your subordinates gotten any news on Titus' whereabouts?" Stella queried. "Not yet. I have yet to receive any report." "Frederick just called. He is with Titu
Jasper Milton had a bad hunch. It was not even six o'clock in the morning yet. The 111 Special Operations Group wouldn't have come if they did not have any concrete evidence. The 111 Special Operations Group was responsible for monitoring hostile activities carried out by spies. Titus' rescue operation went too smoothly. It was so smooth that he felt that something was amiss. He was right. "Let them in," Jasper ordered in a deep voice. Eight people from the 111 Special Operations Group stepped into his office. Their faces were solemn and unhappy. They showed the warrant to Jasper and said, "Someone reported that you had taken a list by force." "What list?" Jasper did not know. One of the officers glanced at the guard. Jasper waved his hand and said, "Leave us alone." The guard knew that it was classified information, so he didn't dare to linger and left quickly. He closed the door behind him as he left. The officer continued,
Why did it turn out this way? Why? Weren't there treasures underneath that land? Since when did they become military weapons? Could it be that the treasures were actually military weapons? That didn't make sense. It was an ancient map and there were no military weapons back in those days. Was this all a trap set up by Frederick Addington? Where did they go wrong? Stella took a deep breath and regained her composure, "I'll contact you later." She hung up and walked out of the hotel. She called Rolland Cher. "Rolland, I'd like to ask you something. Do you remember about the land that you had mentioned to me before? The one that you were trying to buy? Where is it? Could you send the address to me?" Stella said hastily. "What's wrong? Is that land the key to solving this case?" Rolland was confused. "Apparently loads of military weapons were found underneath that land. Did you know about that?" Stella asked as she wal
"Stella." Stella Grace stood mindlessly on the pavement for a long time. It was not until Rolland Cher had called her a few times that she snapped back to her senses. She looked blankly at Rolland, who was in the car. Her mind was in a mess. She was reflecting on everything she had done wrong. A person's confidence was born out of ignorance. Arrogance was also born out of ignorance. She thought that she was smart. She thought that it was the right choice to tell Jasper about Titus. Little did she know that it would turn out to be such a conspiracy. She overestimated her intelligence. She was incompetent and powerless, but she thought she had it all figured out. Everything she did in the past was like a clown's act. She struggled and gasped for her life, but ultimately she was still under someone's else control. It wouldn't have mattered if she died. After all, she had never really cared about life or death. However, Jasper's t
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