She took a deep breath and called Allen, "Sorry, I was offshore yesterday and there was no signal." "It's fine, I guessed as much. Natalie, I'm at the airport now. I am going back with my grandmother," Allen said softly. Stella Grace felt guilty. When she was in France, Allen took good care of her and never hesitated to help her. She promised to cook a meal for him, but she failed to do so in the end. "Will you come again?" "Of course. I have yet to transfer the company to you and there are still a lot of things that I have yet to do. I mean, I have a lot of business in A country, and I have you and Jasper as my friends. This city is special to me because of you guys, so I will definitely come back again," Allen said with a smile. "When you come back again, I will treat you to a good meal," Stella promised. "No, I'm afraid that I would be reluctant to leave once I eat it. Anyway, I checked out of your room for you, so have fun outside," Allen said me
Stella guessed that he was talking to his father. If she were his parents, she would certainly not allow him to let go of everything he had built so far. Leaving behind all the fame and success to move to another country, especially with the possibility that he might never come back in the future. While Stella was in a daze, Jasper Milton walked up to her. She looked up at him. She did not want to drag him down, but as things progressed, in a fleeting moment it was already too late. She had already burdened him, "I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has their own ambition. I won't force others, nor do I want others to force me. I know what I should do to live a happy life," Jasper said with a smile. "Still, you owe your father a lot. Every parent hopes their child would be successful. We are parents now, so we should try to understand how your father feels. You should talk to him nicely even if he is forcing you. Perhaps, it's better if
Stella did not refuse. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "We have left the dog on the yacht for a whole day. We forgot to feed him at noon." Jasper looked at her and smiled helplessly. "Okay, you cook and I'll bring the dog over. But don't let him go to the woodshed, it'll scare the rabbits. We have to raise the rabbits to eat them." Stella made an OK gesture and said, "Don't forget to bring the dog food over." She went to cook dinner and boil some water. Jasper then went to the yacht and came back with the dog. Within ten minutes, she had prepared dinner and water. She helped Jasper pull out the chicken feathers. The dog started wandering around them. It sniffed the chickens and tried to bite them. "Steper, don't do that," Stella said. The dog glanced at Stella and left dejectedly. After a while, it ran back secretly when Stella was not paying attention to it. It bit some feathers and peeked
The forest was more majestic but also more dangerous than she had imagined. The danger was not from large animals, but rather from small animals and insects. Their size made them hard to be seen by the naked eye, for example, spiders and snakes. These creatures could kill them easily if they were careless. Therefore, they would always hold a wooden stick to sweep through the path in front of them. The forest was warmer and more humid than the outside. The ground was also very slippery. Stella Grace tried her best to follow Jasper Milton. She did not want to be a burden to him. However, she could feel that he was still slowing down his pace and waiting for her. He was also more careful than usual. "It's a pity that there is no asparagus this season. Otherwise, it would be very delicious," Stella sighed. "We may not have asparagus now, but we have mushrooms," Jasper explained. Stella stopped and looked up. There were dense leaves on the top of he
It was easy to lose one's bearings in the forest as there were no landmarks. People with a poor sense of direction would find it hard to even distinguish between the direction of north, south, east, and west. Fortunately, Jasper Milton was very sharp in directions and he made marks along the trees as they went. She asked what the marks meant. He explained to her in detail that the mark indicated direction and angle. In short, it included the direction the person was standing in and the direction of the time on the watch at that moment. They would discuss the details with the team members before they began their mission. The rules for every mission were different. Even if the enemy found the marks on the tree, they would not know their direction. Only their members would know the meaning of the marks. For example, he made a 45-degree mark as he glanced at the time on his watch when he was facing south. There would be a slight deviation in the direction, but
He paused for five seconds and said, "It seems that we don't have any vegetables for dinner. Our diet is not balanced." "Don't we have mushrooms and chestnuts? We could go to the forest to find some wild vegetables tomorrow morning. Then, we could have salad and pork pies for lunch tomorrow," Stella Grace looked at the mushrooms that she had just washed. Jasper Milton nodded and said, "You should cook the pettitoes then." He continued peeling the chestnuts. Why did she think he was so cute? She put the pettitoes in the water to remove the blood and other gunk. The fire was raging, all she had to do was add wood from time to time. After having covered the lid, she peeled off the skin of the chestnuts, exposing the yellow flesh. "Aren't you cooking the pettitoes?" Jasper's voice came from behind her. Stella giggled. She understood what Jasper meant. She looked back at him and said, "Well, Mr. Milton, am I that unreliable? This is just a piece of
Jasper Milton put his arms around her shoulders and looked up at the moon. He said softly, "It's our home." The next morning, she woke up naturally at 9 a.m. She looked towards her side and found that Jasper was not around. Stella Grace got up and shouted, "Jasper." "Yes," Jasper came in. Stella saw that he was there as soon as she called him. She felt warm and she smiled, "I think I've overslept." "It's okay. I've prepared breakfast. Let's eat. Oh yes, what else do you want to bring here? Write it down for me later. I'll ask them to bring it over," Jasper said as he prepared clothes for Stella. "I'll write it now. I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't write it," Stella said apologetically. "Let's freshen up and have breakfast first. I'm not in a hurry." "Okay," Stella washed up obediently. After taking breakfast, she leaned over the table and wrote, "Dried vegetables." Jasper sent a text message. "Spices and herbs, such as black
Jasper Milton nodded. He put the cigarette out and walked toward the kitchen. Stella Grace scooped a bowl of soup for him. He drank the soup without saying a single word and he did not look at her at all. She knew he was sad and she understood his mood perfectly. She didn't say anything and just ate her meal quietly. Before they finished eating, she heard the sound of the airplane. Jasper's body stiffened. Stella held his hand and looked at him gently. Even though he had a bad relationship with his father, he was still his father. Hence, he would inevitably feel a little sad. Just like her, although Wilson Chuck had treated her so badly, she still felt a bit sad when he died. Jasper smiled at Stella, "I'm fine. Let's go." Stella nodded and said, "I'll clean up the kitchen. I've packed our luggage too. It's upstairs." "I'll get the luggage. It's cold outside, so you'd better wear more clothes," Jasper said. ...... A
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