"That man, the one who was known as Bellamy Chuck, why does he look just like the Chief?" Lynette Lanes could not seem to wrap her head around this. Stella Grace closed her eyes and had a catnap. After a while of pondering, she made a phone call to Anthony Levis. "Hi, it's me, Stella. I just saw someone at the Englese Clubhouse who looked very similar to Jasper. His name is Bellamy Chuck. Could you please look into him?" Stella said gloomily. "Could it be the Chief? After all, it's safer for the Chief to change his identity," Anthony guessed. "I don't know, but they looked too much alike. I couldn't even tell the difference. It doesn't look like he had gone through cosmetic surgery either. However, his temperament was totally different from Jasper's," Stella frowned. "When we were on missions, we had to dress up often. It's unusual for him to show up like that. If he's the Chief, he would have contacted you, wouldn't he?" Stella recalled how Jasper h
"Alright. By the way, are you coming to the military base again? The examination from before hasn't been carried out yet. On a side note, we've collected 80% of the data on Christian's men. Should I send them to you?" Anthony Levis asked. "Send them to me. I'll take a look at them and get the test sheet ready by tonight. Tell every soldier out there to do the test. Some of them will have to do it twice or thrice," Stella Grace responded. "Okay." Stella hung up the phone and dialed Micheal's number. "Stella, you finally called back. I was nearly frozen solid in the airport," Micheal Zavier complained. "Micheal, have you arrived? Sorry, I was taking a nap. I'll pick you up now," Stella lifted her quilt and got up. "I would have probably passed out multiple times by the time you arrived. I'm now in room 1908 at the Intercontinental Hotel. I even had my dinner already. Are you still coming over?" Micheal told her. "I haven't had dinner yet," Stella
Linda paused and stepped forward. Lynette was afraid that she might hurt Stella, hence she stood in front of Stella. "Oh my dearest Natalie, couldn't you just help me? I want to be a charming woman just like you," Linda said coquettishly. Stella was once envious of Linda, who was both sunny and lively, as though she was bathing in the spring breeze. It was pleasant to have her around. However, Linda wanted to be just like her. "Linda, it's very easy for Frederick to get girls. He's good at flirting and pleasing women. He's rich, handsome, and has a good figure. He is generous to women, that's why women tend to fall for him. However, he can be unfaithful too. I was married to him a long time ago. We were married for three years. It was not that short of a period. He was surrounded by all sorts of women throughout those years. I used to believe that he would notice my existence if I tried hard enough, but he never did. He made out wit
She walked for another half an hour, another three tunnels appeared. She continued with the middle path once again. After another half an hour, again, three different paths! There wasn't much thread left, but she couldn't just give up like this! She continued walking forward. She ran out of thread halfway through the tunnels. She thought of walking till the end this time. If there were other intersection tunnels, she'd have no choice but to turn back. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. Stella turned around and saw someone standing right behind her. She got frightened and moved a few steps back. Quickly, she shone her flashlight towards the person's face... it was Jasper! He squinted his eyes, "Have you seen enough? Move the flashlight away, it hurts my eyes." Stella sighed in relief after she realized that it was him. She moved the flashlight aside and felt a little angry, "Do you come home through these tunnels every day?" "Mainly to see
Stella Grace was at a loss for words. This... She had never been a bold person. She had never spoken that way before, and she definitely would not be saying them now. He lowered his head. "Are you shy?" Bellamy Chuck stared at her. A streak of light flashed across his eyes as he lifted a smirk, "Men love listening to these." "Do you like it too?" Stella Grace looked up at him. Although there was a frown on his brows, his eyes were pleasantly surprised. It was as though he had thought of something, "Yeah, why don't you try saying it?" Stella turned her back towards him. She felt embarrassed and said, "We won't say stuff like this in public anyways, so let's skip this." He held her in his arms and asked in a hoarse voice, "Couldn't you just humor me?" "Hmm?" Stella turned to look at him. He was very close to her. His eyes were filled with desire, "It hasn't even been three months since I've gotten pregnant. We shouldn't be
He walked very slowly, making sure she could keep up with him. He did not let go of her hand the entire journey. It was already half an hour later by the time they got back to the library. Under the glaring lamp, he stared at her flushed face silently. She kept her head lowered, and she too did not say anything. Stella looked up at him a while later. He was still staring at her. The way he stared flustered her, "Are you hungry? I'll make some sandwiches for you. You could eat them before you leave." "I don't wanna leave," Bellamy Chuck said. "Well, why don't you just leave earlier tomorrow, before they find out that you're gone. Right now, there is only me, Mom, and Lynette at home," Stella thought for a while and said. Bellamy raised a smile and said, "Do you want me to stay over today?" The way he said it felt weird, "Yes, but I'm also worried about you. It's very tiring to come back and forth. After all, you still have a lot of t
There was a very big nail right through her abdomen. There were also three red nails nailed onto her private parts. Based on the color and the flow of the blood, as well as her wounds, Nina's eyes were dug out before her death, and the nails on her forehead were nailed while she was still alive. Due to the nails on her forehead, she died of massive blood loss. The murderer cleaned the bloodstains on her body and proceeded to leave some other marks. The corpse was hardened, and the room temperature had been turned up. The murderer wanted to blur out the time of her death. "What is the rectal temperature?" Stella asked Benjamin solemnly. Benjamin Levis looked at her coldly and was very unwelcoming, "Who are you?" He asked impatiently. "Not just anyone could enter this place. Frederick is at the door, and I was brought here by his men. Who do you think I am?" Stella Grace replied. Benjamin stood up and threw his gloves away, "Where did
Stella waited for Frederick to hang up the phone, and then she continued asking, "Are the windows soundproof?" Frederick shook his head and replied, "This is an old house. They are just ordinary windows." "Your mother's tongue was cut off. This is the first thing that the murderer did so that she could not make any sounds. Her lips were then sealed after that. Certain scars would only start to appear after a day. I think bruises will start to show on her face and shoulder after a while. However, even though her mouth was sealed, she should have been able to make other noises before that. You should ask around if anyone has heard or seen anything." "I will hand this matter over to the police, Benjamin too will be involved in the investigation. You could drop by and listen to the reports he makes every day," Frederick said sadly. Perhaps it was because he was grieving over his mother's death. Frederick seemed much more mild-tempered than he used