The criminal was startled by Stella's actions and stood still. He was stunned for a moment. Stella put on a sarcastic smile with a desolate look in her eyes. "Come on, if I'm dead. You will all die with me." She was obviously very indifferent to death. Her eyes were as cold as a wintry December. Jasper's eyes deepened and stared straight at Stella. "Boss, I want to kill her!" The yellow-haired criminal clenched his fists and said. The older criminal stood up. Stella also stood up and walked towards the yellow-haired man. The atmosphere was extremely tense, like a thin string on the verge of breaking. The older criminal was shocked by her courage and pointed his gun at her. "Don't come any closer." Stella sneered. She caught a glimpse of Jasper outside the door from the corner of her eye and paused. "May I use the bathroom?" Stella said cleverly. "Just do it here," the older man said cautiously.
In a villa located halfway up the Nano District mountain, a dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of fresh apples. A pink bed in the room was covered with wrinkled sheets. Federick sat among the sheets, half-squinting his eyes. His thick black lashes blocked his dark eyes, and a chilly glint flashed through his eyes. His rosy lips were parted slightly. Federick was an angel carved by the heavens. His delicate appearance and charming character were always adorned with a charming smile on his face. A woman bent across him, trying to seduce him with her tongue. She moaned softly, tempting him. "I want you." She pleaded. Federick bowed his head and smiled playfully. He pinched her lovely chin and lifted it up. "Do you want me?" "Yes." "I'm a little tired today. Let's do this another day." Federick said, with a hint of callousness. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. Tonight, he felt that this was meaningless.
"Based on her contributions yesterday, she has earned this promotion." Lieutenant Johnson echoed. "Also," Jasper's eyes became darker. "Recruit two medics into the special forces this year to ensure that we won't have to use our citizens in the future. It's our duty to fight these criminals." "Yes, sir." Lieutenant Johnson obeyed respectfully. "What is our schedule for today?" Jasper said, while putting on his military uniform carefully. Jasper looked extremely respectful in his uniform. Lieutenant Johnson looked up and reported, "Chief, there will be a meeting in the military area at 9 o'clock today. In the afternoon, we will be watching the internal parade ceremony. And in the evening, General Davis of the air force has made an appointment to meet you at the General's Token Club. He has asked you to invite your girlfriend as well." "Ask him to go to h*ll," Jasper said coldly. Lieutenant Johnson lowered his head. He wou
"Drink a little more." Eli urged. She was afraid that Stella would not experience the full effects of the pill if she drank too little of it. Stella thought she was waking up from her stupor, she felt dizzy and drank two more mouthfuls of water. She suddenly felt bloated and her stomach was churning violently. She ran to the bathroom and vomited. After vomiting, she felt even dizzier. Eli held on to Stella Grace. She was worried that she had vomited out the drugs, and it would have been all for nothing. She put the cup against Stella Grace's lips again and said, "Drink a little more, and you'll feel better." Stella did not suspect Eli and drank all of it. After a while, an immense heat began burning from her back, spreading to her the tips of her fingers and toes. Her vision began to blur and her body felt limp. She leaned heavily against Eli. Eli helped Stella to the door of the diamond room and knocked
As soon as they had returned to his room. Jasper placed Stella on his bed, teasing her again and again. In just a moment, her dress was thrown to the ground. Her black underwear was exposed. He unfastens the buckle on her back and pushed her bra up. She was just as tender as she was three years ago. His senses were heightened. Jasper put his mouth on her and twirled her nipples around... Her moans made his hormones rage more vehemently. He endured this surge, and his warm lips traced down her abdomen. He did not want this to happen the same way. Three years ago he had only given her pain. Stella felt nervous. She felt warmth in a strange place. "Federick, be gentle," Stella said in a trembling voice. Jasper froze, and his hands stopped moving. He stared at her blushing little face with mixed emotions in his black eyes. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were trembling.
"You did not say anything." Jasper said coldly. Stella was relieved. She felt that she should not dawdle for long. She stood up and nodded respectfully to Jasper Milton. "Thank you for having me yesterday, Chief. I'll leave now." "Take those cosmetics with you." Jasper ordered. "There is no need." "I bought them especially for you. If you don't want them, who else would want them?" Jasper Milton's tone became colder. Stella was a little afraid of him, so she picked up the gift bag and said, "I'll transfer the money to you. Please give me your bank account number." "If you have money, just come back here to the camp and return it to me." Jasper wrote down his phone number quickly on a piece of paper and handed it to Stella. "Call me when you come." "Hm." Stella took it respectfully. Jasper took a deep look at her called out loudly, saying, "Send Miss Grace out." Today was Stella's off day. After re
Federick stood in front of her, frowning and sniffing. There was the smell of smoke, wine, and the unique taste of a place filled with luxury. Federick's eyes darkened and he questioned, "Where did you go yesterday?" "I went to the General's Token Club with Eli." Stella did not lie. She was upright and honest. She had a clear conscience. Federick said with disgust in his eyes, "You are disgusting!" Stella sneered. "Same as you." She walked outside. "Wait," Federick said coldly. Stella looked back at him. Federick's cold eyes swept over the table. "Throw these things out. I think your dishes are filthy." Stella looked at him quietly. She felt a sharp pain in her heart. She was filthy, but yet she had only been with one man, and she was forced into it. He was clean, but yet he had countless women. An anger rushed to her head from the bottom of her heart. "You
Stella arrived at the gate of the military camp. A Land Rover drove to her side and stopped. The car looked familiar. The tinted window slid downwards. Jasper looked at her coldly and said. "Get in the car." He spoke in an authoritative tone, so it was impossible to refuse him. Stella guessed that he was setting an example for his soldiers, so she opened the passenger door and got in. In the car, she sat quietly The atmosphere was very tense. "Well, how can I pass the money to you?" Stella asked anxiously. Jasper did not look at her, and there was no warmth in his eyes. "I do not accept bribes." "This is not a bribe, this is the money for those cosmetics." Stella explained. "If you do not like them, just throw them away," Jasper said coldly. He did not seem to be joking. Stella felt very strange. She did not like his aggressiveness. "It's hard for me to do this. This means
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