Stella Grace got onto the train heading back to A City and looked out of the window on the train. The warm sunlight bathed the ground in a soft white glow. The green leaves and grass were lush and vibrant, and the various purple and red flowers along the way were brimming with vitality. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Frederick Addington was observing her. As she smiled, he found himself smiling along with her. The days were quiet and peaceful. If he had realized his feelings for her earlier, perhaps they could have been happy together for a longer time, maybe even having two children already. He held her hand. Stella looked at him, and her eyes regained their usual cold look. "What's wrong?" "Are you hungry? Let's go to the restaurant and have something to eat." Frederick suddenly pulled her up. Now that he'd brought this up, she found that she was indeed a little hungry, so she followed him into the restaurant.
She knew Sean Yaleman too well. She and Sean had been classmates in elementary school and junior high school. When he was in junior high, many boys and girls still didn't know what love was, but he was already acting very precociously. Every day, he and his gang of followers would block the corridor. Every time they walked past a pretty girl, he would begin his attempts to flirt with her. When Eli Wayne was in her first year of junior high, she was a little on the chubbier side. Every time she walked past the corridor, he would say things like, "You should walk slowly, otherwise the floor would collapse," or "When Halley's Comet sees you, it will hit the Earth, or "Your face is like the scene of a car accident." or "Where did you buy this dress? Can't you buy a bigger one? It looks like it's going to burst." She had never met such a sharp-tongued person. Because of his existence, every time she went to the toilet, she had to go down to the first floor just
Stella Grace felt her heart tighten. "Eli!" she screamed. The van drove away right in front of her. Stella quickly started her car again and chased after the van. The van sped down the road, and Stella saw another van with the same exact model coming over. She was afraid of getting confused, so she memorized the license plate of the van that had taken Eli. 2S345. The van arrived at a crossroad, and about four to five of the same van model suddenly appeared alongside it. Stella was anxious. This kidnapping seemed to be intentional. She called the emergency number as she drove. "Hello, I'm Stella Grace. My friend was kidnapped at the entrance of the American embassy. The van that took her is now on Wesser Road. The license plate number is 2S345. Please stop the van. I'm following the van now and will try to update you on my current location." There was a traffic light coming up. Stella was afraid that she would lose sight of the van,
Stella Grace bought a pair of jeans, a cap, and a black sportswear in the mall before going to a nearby hotel to book a room. She went into the room to take a shower and changed into the new clothes that she'd just purchased. She deliberately didn't bring along her wallet, but took her room card and six hundred dollars in cash. She didn't drive, instead, she hailed a taxi and said in a low voice, "Go to Skies Apartment." It took more than 40 minutes for her to finally reach Skies Apartment. When she arrived, Jasper hadn't arrived yet. She stood at the doorway and waited for about half an hour before a black Hummer drove over. Jasper Milton parked the car in front of her and got out of the car. He was alone. "Stella, what's wrong?" Jasper asked worriedly as he looked at her face. "Let's talk about it after we go in." Stella pointed her chin at the room. Jasper opened the door. Stella went in and took a deep breath. She tu
Stella Grace knew the way to help a mental patient heal quickly was to block all of their most painful memories, as well as all the memories which could potentially cause them pain in the future. As a gifted scholar, she had spent three years researching this. Through continuous effort and examples, she became one of the top ten experts in this field. It was highly possible that people started developing mental illnesses in the first place because these painful memories had consumed them entirely. The patient's families would, out of immense love for them, hope that the patient could forget their painful recollections and live a normal life again. But if the patients themselves were not willing to overcome this... Jasper quickened his speed. When she heard his grunt, she knew that he had climaxed. She quickly wiped her tears dry. Jasper kissed her forehead and eyes. After tasting the salty taste of her tears, he looked at her worriedly. H
She had to go. "I'll contact you soon." Stella's words expressed her determination. Jasper Milton frowned. He knew that she had made up her mind to go back. He could not make her stay, so he had to take a step back. "Let me take you there." Stella Grace did not refuse. After all, it would be hard for her to call for a taxi here. "I'm staying at Joyous Hotel near Wesser Road," Stella said. Jasper knew that she had approved of him sending her, so he said, "Give me a moment. I'll change my clothes." ...... After the two of them changed their clothes, Jasper sent her back to her hotel. Stella leaned against the chair and looked out of the window. They did not speak a word throughout the whole journey. Jasper's car was getting slower and slower to the point where youngsters who were riding their bikes overtook him. They couldn't help but look back and flip the bird to him. Apart from Stella who could stir up his maelstrom of emotio
Stella Grace smiled and looked at his cold face. "You are indeed the Frederick whom I have known all this while. Where do you think I could possibly go to?" Frederick Addington saw the sarcasm and coldness in her eyes. Her words were like a bomb, bombarding his brain and nerves. He had changed a lot for her. Couldn't she see it? "Tell me, where did you go?" he roared fiercely. It was as if she would be sent to hell if she didn't answer him. Stella looked at Frederick calmly. "I am just doing what I'm supposed to do." "What are you supposed to do?" "A lot of things. Which one would you like to listen to first?" Frederick felt like he could not see her clearly, as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, and she would disappear in the next second. He was eager to do something to prove that he still had her. Frederick lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Stella subconsciously turned her f
When Renee Chancery saw this, her face suddenly lost its color, and she could feel anger rising within her. She smacked on the table as she joined Felicia Chuck in scolding Stella Grace, "You're so shameless. You're stealing your sister's man. You're just a b*tch who was birthed from another b*tch." Frederick Addington had kissed Stella abruptly in public. Her stomach was filled with suppressed anger which had nowhere to escape to. The worst thing was that he was holding her too close. It was too hot and too annoying. She pushed Frederick away and looked at Renee deeply. She said rudely, "Your husband is my father. If what you said was true, then Felicia is a b*tch, and you have married a b*tch. In that case, aren't you even more despicable?" "How dare you!" Wilson Chuck roared at Stella. His eyes were shooting daggers at her. "I have invited my future son-in-law to dinner today. I have had nothing to do with you since a long time ago. Get out of here." Wi
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