"I don't think you should involve yourself any further in this matter. I'll handle it," Jasper Milton said in a low voice. Stella Grace felt a little uneasy. She knew that Jasper was worried that she would be in danger, so he did not want her to be involved. However, she was not afraid of danger, nor was she afraid of death. Instead, she was worried that something bad would happen to Jasper. The thought of something awful happening to him made her eyes turn red. "Jasper, I promise that I would not run away if something bad happens to you. We'll face it together, okay?" "The difference between us is that I can't be dealt with by ordinary people with my skills and abilities. However, if they decide to go after you, you will be an easy target." Jasper said seriously. Indeed, she was powerless and she could not help him even if she wanted to. "I really don't understand. Why do you like me? I have a bad temper and I'm don't have any strengths. My ch
Once you had lost someone you love, it would feel as though the world was void of color. All that was left was black and white. You could be surrounded by many people but still feel so alone. No matter how hot the summer was, it would still feel cold. When she was eating, she would think of the times they had eaten together. His favorite dishes and how he would pick the bones for her. When she was sleeping, she would remember how he lay by her side and she would use his arm as her pillow. When she was walking, she would think of him walking beside her. He would let her walk on the inside, and he would hold her hand when crossing the road. When she was watching TV, she would think about him sitting next to her. He didn't enjoy soap operas, but he wouldn't fight to change the TV program with her. He would just be on his phone instead. When she was cold, he would put his coat on her and hold her hand. When she was tired, he would let her lea
Stella Grace smiled awkwardly. She wiped her tears, but her eyes were still wet. She pretended to be calm and said, "Sorry, I was having a nightmare." "I died in your dream, didn't I?" Jasper Milton said in a low voice. Stella looked at Jasper in surprise. "You've been shouting 'Jasper. Don't die'." Jasper explained. Stella sat up. Thinking of that dream, she felt a little ache in her heart. She lifted the hair on her forehead and squinted at Jasper. "I dreamed that you were smashed to death by a huge rock, and I also dreamed of Eli." "Dreams are usually the opposite. This proves that I won't die. It's still early. Do you want to sleep for a while more?" Jasper sat up and looked at the time. It was only 5.45 a.m. Stella shook her head, "I am used to waking up at this time. I don't want to sleep anymore. I'll make breakfast and go for a morning jog." "That's a good habit. I'll accompany you then." Jasper also got up. Stella brushed her tee
He looked at her and smiled slightly. "You can change your appearance and your body, but it still can't change your fate. Please take a seat, Miss." Stella Grace paused for a moment. In fact, she knew that every well-known charlatan was an expert at reading microexpressions. They could get useful information just by looking at a person's expression or through their words. However, she was surprised that he could accurately tell that she had changed her appearance and thoroughly remolded herself. She sat down in front of Master Olgic. The master handed her a pen. "Write down a word and tell me, what do you want to know?" Stella took the pen from Master Olgic and wrote down 'fate' on the paper. She put down the pen and said softly, "I want to know how to chase bad luck away so that my lover and I can be safe from now on." Master Olgic looked at the word written by Stella. "Only a man could decide his own destiny. Young lady, you have your own ideas. Yo
They had lunch at the church and it was already 4 p.m. when they got home. Stella Grace was cooking in the kitchen while Jasper Milton was working in the study. After she was done cooking, she glanced at the study upstairs and went out with her mobile phone and the garbage. After disposing of the garbage, she went to the big locust tree and dialed a number. "Allen, I want to hire a few mercenaries. Could you please contact them for me?" Stella asked directly. "Er, okay, how skilled do you want them to be?" Allen asked softly. He didn't ask her why she wanted these mercenaries. As long as she wanted them, he would get them for her. "The best. I need five of them. Ask them to call me after you find them. I'll transfer the fees to them." Stella said in a low voice. "Okay. How have you been recently?" Allen asked with concern. "Mm, I'm fine. What about you?" Stella asked casually. "Ha." Allen chuckled. "I'm not doing well." "What's wrong?" St
The movie was great. It was a hot-blooded, patriotic-themed movie. The movie was about a man who went to Africa after he thought his fiancee had died. A war broke out while he was in Africa. He stepped forward by himself to serve the country and saved the people. There was a scene in the middle of the movie which made Stella's heart ache. The protagonist was infected with a virus. When he was unconscious, he dreamed of his fiancee. He held the bullet that passed through his fiancee tightly and cried, "You didn't come back." When she watched this scene, she cried. Tears blurred her eyes, and everything she saw was hazy. Tears were flowing down her face, and she felt sad. After she left, Jasper became even more decadent than before. He drank a lot, smoked a lot and even ended up in the hospital. If she hadn't come back... She didn't dare to think about it. She leaned against Jasper's shoulder. The future was too far away that she couldn't figure it out
Stella's heart skipped a beat. This meant that no matter where she went or what she did, he would have a rough idea. It was impossible for her to hide anything from him. No wonder... She always felt that Jasper knew a lot. Jasper Milton looked at her and continued, "I bought the God's Eyes for you. I didn't believe that you were dead, so I thought, as long as you appear in A Country, I would be able to find you immediately. However, I didn't have the money, so I had to take over the family business." Stella Grace lowered her eyes, her heart was bittersweet. She felt sweet for all that Jasper had done for her. The bitter part was because she felt useless that she could not protect him. She reached out and hugged Jasper. She took a few deep breaths and kept the smell of Jasper forever in her mind. Jasper slightly raised the corners of his lips and put his arms around her shoulders, "Are you feeling hungry?" "It's strange. I ate so much yesterday,
"Please let me off at the supermarket. I'm going to buy some groceries," Stella Grace said. "Sure. I didn't expect that you could cook. No wonder Director Milton likes you so much," Elvis Zachary said with a smile. Stella looked at him and asked, "Did you flatter your way up to your current position?" "Haha, pretty much," Elvis said with a smile. He was not angry at all. Stella also smiled slightly and felt a little sorry. She shouldn't have vented her anger on innocent people. Elvis parked the car in the parking lot near the supermarket and accompanied Stella to buy groceries. She bought some chicken wings, shrimp, cucumber and lettuce. When she walked past the fishing supplies, she bought a fishing rod and two goldfish. "Looks like you're going to have a feast tonight," Elvis helped Stella carry the groceries. "Yes, would you like to stay for dinner tonight?" Stella asked softly. Elvis blushed and said, "No thanks. Director
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