Stella Grace stood at the bow with a white windbreaker on, but her face was still numb from the cold. She looked to the east. The sky was turning bright and then red gradually. The sun rose from the clouds, shining brightly. No matter what the result was going to be, she should go to the military court and accompany Jasper in his final days. Perhaps, this was their last chance to meet. She turned around and saw Elvis Zachary standing on the dock and looking at her worriedly with Steper in his arms. After washing up and changing her clothes, Stella went out. She stroked the dog's head and said thoughtfully, "Elvis, I'll leave Steper to you in the future." "You and the Chief will definitely be able to get through this safely. Nothing bad will happen to you both," Elvis comforted Stella. "It had never lived a good life when it was with me. Now, I am not able to take care of it anymore," Stella looked up at Elvis and said, "Did the Dark Shadow succ
"But..." Christian Saltzman still wanted to say something, but Sean Yaleman shot a stern glare at him. Christian shut up immediately. Sean stood up first and walked toward the entrance. The guards opened the door and he disappeared from their vision. Stella Grace could finally relax. She looked at Jasper Milton and rushed toward him. She was already prepared for the worst. She didn't expect that Bettany Hadley would really turn against Frederick Addington in the end. Jasper jumped out from the dock and hugged Stella. "Jasper," Stella called in a choked voice. "I'm here," Jasper replied. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. She really liked the way he said those two words. She felt that he could warm her heart and even her whole body despite the cold winter. She hugged him tightly and tears of joy flowed down from her eyes. Jasper wiped her tears and said softly, "You didn't sleep yesterday, did you?"
Stella Grace breathed a sigh of relief, "Sean doesn't want anything to happen to you either. He needs you to balance out the power of Christian." "Christian is arrogant and domineering, Sean could no longer suppress him. Once Christian gets elected to become President in the next two years, Sean will be the first to suffer," Jasper Milton analyzed. "So, it was the best choice for Eli to leave. With her character, she is not suitable to be involved in political struggles." Stella sighed and looked at Jasper gloomily. It was not the right time to say these words now. After all, his comrades were coming over. If she were to ask him to leave with her, the gathering would become a gloomy farewell. It was better to talk about it after they got back. Jasper held Stella's hand tightly and they looked at each other. Thousands of words remained in silence. He wanted her to leave so that he could protect her, but he knew that she would not listen to him. If she
Stella Grace slept in Jasper's arms and had a dream. In her dream, she and Jasper were on the boat. Jasper had brought her to an island, which was safe. The island was very pretty and peaceful, but there was no one else on it. She dreamed that Jasper was leaving. She pleaded him for him to stay. However, when she woke up the next day, he still left. Stella watched as he sailed away. She felt sad and lonely. She didn't have the courage to live any longer, so she walked into the sea slowly. She felt as though her heart had been cut into pieces. She opened her eyes and her face was drenched with tears. She saw Jasper still lying next to her. He was still fast asleep. It seemed that he was really exhausted. She stared at him for a long time. The sky eventually grew dark. Jasper woke up gradually and saw Stella looking at him. He smiled slightly and asked, "Are you awake?" "Jasper, let's leave this place, okay?" Stella said s
Jasper Milton made a phone call. While they were having dinner, he asked the helicopter from the military base to pick him up. At this moment, Stella Grace seemed to have thought of something, "Jasper, according to Christian's habits, if he couldn't handle someone, he will assassinate that person. So, don't let him find out about your routine. If you are not in a hurry, you'd better drive to the military base today. You have to change your routine every day. You could arrange for a few more helicopters. The other party won't be able to tell which one you're in, so they won't take action casually." Jasper nodded, "That's a good idea." "If possible, you should leave through the underground tunnel that only you and a few trusted men know about. Moreover, the tunnel is unimpeded and it will save you on journey time. When you become the President in the future, there will be a lot of people who want to kill you. These safety features are necessary," Stella reminded him.
Stella Grace was stunned. To be honest, she did not believe that Frederick would help her at all. However, he was one of Christian Saltzman's men. With Frederick's help, they would be more powerful than Christian, and together, they would be able to defeat him. But.. why was Frederick willing to help them? This was unlike him at all. If he truly was Christian's men, he would try to harm them instead. However, that did not seem right either. If Frederick had wanted to harm them, he would not have saved Jasper. After all, Jasper would have been sentenced to death without his assistance. Jasper's reputation would be ruined too. She trusted Frederick a little more now. "What do you require of me?" Stella asked. Frederick was silent for a while. He then took a deep breath, "If I die, would you come to the cemetery and visit me?" Stella lowered her eyes and remained quiet, Her long eyelashes blocked the emotion in her eyes, "I think
"Who did you say is in heaven?" Stella Grace asked while frowning. "What are you talking about? I just saw him. What's wrong with all of you?" Stella was enraged. It was fine if they didn't want to help her to find Jasper. However, she could not tolerate them spouting nonsense. She pushed Lynette away. "Madam, you know it. The Chief died in front of you. It was Adviser Lanes who killed him. However, Adviser Lanes committed suicide after that. Have you forgotten all of it?" Lynette was bawling her eyes out while explaining. The image of Jasper being shot through his head flashed across Stella's mind, making her stumble back a few steps. No, she didn't believe them. None of them wished her well. It was not easy for her to finally be with Jasper. Jasper wanted to leave with her at first. Yet, he stayed to bear all of the responsibilities in order to protect everyone. Life had a cruel sense of humor. It was distressing. What was
Stella Grace looked at Doctor Adam in confusion and asked, "Jasper, what do you mean? I'm not mentally ill. I have been cured. I promise." "I'm not Mr. Milton. I'm a doctor," Doctor Adam explained. Stella's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her eyes and stopped talking. Then, she removed the quilt slowly. "I see. Thank you, Doctor Adam. Is she fine otherwise?" Suzi inquired worriedly. "Her body is weak and her heartbeat is irregular. The instability of her mood is not good for the baby as well. I will prescribe some medicine to nourish the baby," Doctor Adam concluded. "Thank you," Suzi saw Doctor Adam out. She then turned around and held Stella's freezing hand. "Stella, I know that you are devastated. I know that you love Jasper with all your heart. But he is dead now. You have to take care of yourself well, alright? You still have his child in your belly. Do you think that he would be able to rest in peace if you were to continue like this?" Suzi s
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