Natalie Wheeler came to the door and looked out from the peephole. There were two men in suits. She had a bad feeling in her heart and did not open the door. "Miss Wheeler, we know you're inside. Open the door. Mr. Yaleman had asked us to come," one of the men said. Natalie frowned. Mr. Yaleman? They were Sean's men. It would only show her guiltiness if she ran away. She opened the door and asked, "Is there anything I could do for him?" "Mr. Yaleman had asked us to pick you up. You'd better ask him the details in person." "Okay," Natalie closed the door and followed them. After getting into the car, they took her handbag away and put a blindfold on her. Natalie had already expected it. Sean Yaleman had never been easy to deal with. He had to step on so many corpses to get to his present position. His viciousness was self-evident. She leaned against the seat calmly. Once a person had let go of everything in their li
She had seen a lot of partnership, as well as, separation in this world. Some people would fall in love and get married to each other eventually. However, they would divorce after ten or twenty years. After the divorce, they would stop contacting each other again. Marriage was as fragile as paper. Most of the time, the best way to maintain a marriage was to have children. Children were something that held actual weight, which was more useful than marriage certificates. Besides, despite how much he loved Eli, it was a fact that they had a child together. He had seen too much sorrow, joy, separation and reunion, and also the weakness of the relationships between family, friends, and lovers. Sean Yaleman was willing to take the risk of losing his reputation to keep Eli Wayne by his side. Although he was rather overbearing, at least Eli could still be her true self in front of him. In other words, it meant that he really doted on Eli. Eli might nev
Eli Wayne was about to depart for France and Natalie Wheeler went to see her off. Eli held Natalie's hand tightly and said reluctantly, "Stella, please don't bear your troubles alone. You would feel better if you share your problems with others. Since I'm not around, you can write it in a letter and pretend that you are telling me. Then, you will feel much better." Natalie nodded, "Okay." Eli's eyes turned red. She sniffled and said in a choked voice, "I'll miss you, don't forget me. Let's be friends again in our next life." Seeing Eli cry, Natalie's tears flowed down in an instant. She nodded, wiped Eli's tears, and said, "Remember, be cautious no matter what you do. You have to rely on yourself in the outside world. When you are angry, listen to some music and calm down for five minutes before making a decision." "I will. You must inform me once Sean has a new lover. I will come back to see you secretly. I think he will have a new lover soon," Eli said e
"What's the matter?" Natalie Wheeler had a premonition. "Let's meet first," Allen said hesitantly. Natalie sensed that his tone was very heavy, and she was a little anxious, "Since you have brought it up, you do know that I will definitely not be able to fall asleep at night if you don't say it. Just tell me." "I didn't know that my grandmother had investigated you. She found out that you went to a sanatorium to pay your respects to a person who had passed away, and she looked exactly like my grandmother's friend. You seemed very sad in front of the grave. She wanted to know the relationship between you and that dead person," Allen said in a low voice. "She is my mother, and her name is Celine Grace. She grew up in an orphanage, experienced all the sufferings of the world, and got a mental illness that couldn't be cured," Natalie did not hide anything. "Then, what about you? Could it be that you're the descendant of my grandmother's friend?" Allen asked re
"He is suffering from Thalassemia and has been sent abroad for treatment. However, the doctor said that the best method is a marrow transplant. My parents' blood is not suitable, and both Ralph's and my blood are incompatible too." "What about mine?" Natalie's eyes dimmed, "My bone marrow has been transplanted before." "Yours is not suitable either," Jasper Milton looked at her and said. Natalie Wheeler had a feeling of emptiness in her mind, and the sea breeze blew on her face, which made her feel sadder. In her life, the pain had always outweighed her happiness, and bad times had always outnumbered the good times. Nothing good ever happened to her. Could it be that she had done too many evil things in her previous life and karma had come upon her own child? A strange look flashed across Jasper's face, "If we want to save him, we'd better give birth to another child." Natalie looked up at Jasper calmly. Her eyes were too calm and e
It was already 5 p.m. when she returned to shore. It was too late for her to go to the hospital for the check-up. Because of her cold, she still felt a little dizzy. She was preparing to conceive a baby, so she didn't want to take any medication. She drank a lot of warm water and lay in bed all night. She was groggy and confused, breaking out in a cold sweat. At about 4 a.m. the next morning, she woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. She got up to cook some soup then lay back down on the bed to play Dog Town. Time flew and she had played the game for an hour. Her soup was already ready and in 'keep warm' mode. She got up and made some toast. The dog woke up as well. She fed it and squatted in front of the kennel, "Apollo, I have to go out today. You should stay at home." "Woof, woof." The dog barked twice. Natalie smiled lightly, fed it with some dog food and went back to have breakfast. It was only 6 a.m. when she was done with breakfast. She
His room was as simple as usual. There was a bed, two bedside tables, a TV, a hidden wardrobe, and a flower rack beside the window. There was a pot of orchids on the rack, which were elegant and fragrant. Jasper Milton opened the door of the bathroom, with only a bath towel around his waist. He walked out and looked at her coldly, "Do you want me to take off your clothes for you, or you want to do it yourself?" "I'll do it myself," Natalie Wheeler lowered her head, took off her coat and shirt. She was much skinnier than before. It seemed that she weighed even lesser than 45kg now. "If you keep getting skinnier, you will feel like a skeleton when I touch you," he said coldly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, turned around, pressed her against the bed, and looked at her. Natalie lowered her eyes and did not look at him. Jasper gritted her teeth, "This really isn't fun." Jasper sat on the bed. Feeling a little cold, Natalie wrapped hers
Natalie's heart sank, "What happened?" "Someone tried to kidnap your friend just now. There was a gunfight. Your friend's mother died in order to save your friend," Allen said in a low voice. "What?" Natalie's head was buzzing and her nerves were numb. She could not believe that this was happening. In a panic, she tried to confirm again, "Did you just say that Eli's mother is dead?" "I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to do what I had promised you. There were ten of them, all of whom were top-ranked mercenaries from abroad. My men killed nine of them, and one of them committed suicide," Allen explained. Natalie Wheeler was silent. Her heart could not bear the burden. How could Eli provoke these mercenaries? How did these mercenaries know where Eli was? The only explanation was that the news was spread from Sean Yaleman. Natalie hung up the phone directly, her eyes red. She then called Sean. Sean did not answer the call. She clenched
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