Stella Grace didn't sleep for the whole night. Her heart was throbbing in pain. She had been studying the diary that Wendy's father had given her. There were a lot of details registered in the diary. Almost every page of the book was filled. But there was no detailed information regarding the specific location of the treasure. She was under the impression that Wendy's father had already found the location of the treasure, but he didn't want to share it. Perhaps he didn't want his painstaking efforts to go to waste. Hence he gave her the diary. But since he did not give her any specific details, she could only try her luck. Stella studied the diary until nine o'clock in the morning. Her heart was still aching badly. Perhaps it was because she hadn't been resting well these days, or it could be caused by the virus in her body. She put the diary in her bag then walked to the window. She looked outside. The sun was shining brightly outside and she could
Stella's body trembled. She turned around instinctively, but Frederick Addington held her arm and stopped her from leaving. Stella Grace suddenly felt all the pressure on her. She didn't want to face Jasper Milton, more so his family. She knew what they were going to say. She was afraid that she would have a panic attack. She was a proud person, and her pride meant everything to her. She looked at Frederick with pleading eyes. Shaking her head, she trembled and demanded, "Let me go." Instead of letting her go, Frederick held her shoulders and went inside together. There was no way for her to retreat. Her face was pale as she clenched her fists tightly. Keep it together, Stella Grace. She didn't want to be regarded as a lunatic, especially in public. She was extremely petrified. It was as if she was bracing the storm all alone with no one there to save her. The longer she stayed, the more panicked she felt. She could hard
The driver saw Stella's strange expression. "You don't have to thank me. I was just doing what I should. Where are your family members? Do you remember their numbers? Let me call them." "My family." Stella Grace chewed on these two words. Her parents were still alive, but they couldn't get in touch with each other. Her husband... was probably her ex-husband now, and she couldn't get in touch with him either. She didn't have any other family. "Thank you for your kindness. I can handle it myself, thank you very much," Stella said with a smile. "Where are you going? I'll send you there." The driver seemed uncomfortable with the idea of a lone woman wondering the wilderness. "Is it too far away from Yale City?" Stella asked. "It's only about an hour's drive. I'm going back to Yale City, I'll drive you there," said the driver. Stella nodded. "Thank you." He opened the rear door and Stella got in the car and looked out of th
Night was approaching. Stella Grace stood by the window and looked out at the stars. She had learned that people worked hard in life not because they wanted to live a carefree and peaceful life but rather because it was an obligation. They were worried that they would die before fulfilling their purpose in life. They were worried about their children. They were worried that their partner would have a difficult life once they were gone. Her parents were still alive, but her father had a family of his own, while her mother... well, at least her mother's needs would be taken care of by the sanatorium for the rest of her life. She had a child who might have died a few years ago. Even if he didn't, it might be impossible for her to look for him now. She used to have a soulmate. But, Jasper Milton now hated her to the core. She hated Frederick Addington's guts and hoped she would never see him again in this life. Now, she still had
"Jasper, I asked you to sign the contract and marry Bettany because I didn't want you to harass me anymore. I'm telling you the truth. It really wasn't easy for me to get back with Frederick. If there's still an ounce of pity left in you, please let me go," Stella Grace pleaded in a low voice. Her pitiful display broke Jasper, you could see it in his eyes. Seeing him in pain bore a hole in her heart. She knew she had a bad attitude; she was indifferent, moody, negative, and guarded. How on Earth did she get Jasper Milton to like her? She had no regrets. Even if she died now, she would die engulfed in his warmth. That was all she could ask for. From the beginning to the end, God had never been merciful to her. Her greatest act of kindness might be to let Jasper go. Jasper was really a good person, he was brave and responsible. His sense of duty and justice was impeccable. He deserved better. "I'm asking you one last questio
Stella Grace lifted her chin and locked her gaze at Jasper Milton with a cold, hard stare. It was as if she was talking about someone else, and none of this involved her. "Frederick is the source of Stella's pain. How could that be love? The same thing goes for you. You bring nothing but pain to her. Therefore, you should just stay away from her from now on," Stella sneered. Jasper narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman standing before him. "Did you make a deal with Frederick?" "Aren't you very smart? If you want to know, you can find out for yourself. But I suggest that you don't. The truth would only bring you pain," Stella said with a cold smirk. Jasper stood still and did not speak. The atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Rolland Cher cleared his throat. "Well, I'll send you off," he said to Jasper. "Don't forget to return my bag," Stella reminded. Jasper glanced at her and went out. Rolland followed behind him. "Well, may I hav
"Junior?" Jasper thought of Stella. "Well, the gist of her thesis is that many mental patients are in pain and symptoms like tantrums, smashing things, self-mutilation, hurting others, dementia, forgetfulness, and even split personality are a result of them venting. If a mental patient could forget the pain of the past, they would lose some memories but will still be able to get on with their lives. She would hypnotize her patients to make them forget the source of their pain. She has cured many serious cases. You should check her out, she's very famous in the field," Micheal Zavier recommended. "The split personality was caused by pain. If hypnosis does not work, what should I do then?" Jasper Milton asked gloomily. "My junior once cured a split personality patient through hypnosis. She found the hidden self, lurking in the shadows away from the pain. She talked to the hidden self and guided it. You can try this with her." "What's her name?" Jasper
Stella Grace went to a shopping mall and bought some clothes, cosmetics, and a new bag. Her entire self was splashed with luxury. She was wearing branded clothes and a designer bag, complimented by her youthful and refreshing makeup. She turned heads, even at an exquisite hotel. She sent her room number to Frederick Addington and made a call to Ryan Lameer. "State Mayor Lameer, this is Stella Grace. Sorry for the delay. I have time this afternoon, is it convenient for me to go to your house?" Stella asked politely. "Yes, hurry up, my child..." Ryan paused. "The child's mother can no longer control him. He tried to commit suicide." "Ok. Send me the address, I'll go over now," Stella said with a smile. She took her bag and stuffed it with medicine and a baton. Within half an hour, she arrived. Ryan was not at home, but his housekeeper answered the door. "Hello, I'm the tutor hired by State Mayor Lameer," Stella greeted with a smil
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