"Alright," Stella was ready to hang up the phone. ''Stella,'' Bellamy shouted her name, ''I've seen what they posted about you and Christian online. I'm worried that something might happen to you. Be careful,'' he reminded. Stella smiled, ''Got it. Let's talk later.'' Stella hung up the phone and walked towards the window. From afar, she saw her guards leading a gorgeously-dressed woman in. ''Lynette, tell her that I'm not home when she gets here. Also, be careful. I don't think she comes with good intentions,'' Stella reminded. "Alright." After thinking for a while, Stella went to her room and took a pair of earplugs for Lynette. ''Put them on.'' "What is this?" "Put it into your ears. You will be able to hear my voice with it." "Okay, understood," Lynette immediately put the earplugs into her ears. Stella entered a room on the first floor and peeked through the crack of the door. The woman walked in. Her skin was slig
"She must be out of her mind. The Chief doesn't like her," Lynette Lanes stared at Tinley's back and said. "Lynette, don't casually reveal Bellamy's identity," Stella Grace reminded. Lynette knew that she had made a mistake and lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Madam. I won't do it again." "Get Elvis to keep an eye on her with you. Keep me updated on everything she says or does," Stella ordered. "Okay, got it," Lynette obeyed and immediately went out. Stella's lunch was already a little cold. Hence, she heated a bowl of soup. She was quite hungry just now, but after the whole commotion with Tinley, she realized that she had lost her appetite. She believed that nothing was going on between Bellamy and Tinley, but... Bellamy seemed to have lied to her. She suspected that they knew each other. When she thought about the fact that Bellamy might have lied to her, she immediately lost her appetite. The closer she got with Jasper, the more sh
"Madam, we've been following her. I don't know if she has noticed us, but she has shown no signs of anything suspicious. She's currently shopping alone," Lynette Lanes reported. "Didn't she look for Bellamy?" Stella Grace asked suspiciously. "No, she didn't," Lynette said. "If she had noticed you guys, she would have gone to look for Bellamy and put on another show," Stella narrowed her eyes as she pondered. "Could it be that someone had sent her?" Lynette was puzzled as well. "Just keep an eye on her for the moment. Thank you for your hard work," Stella said. "What about your dinner? No one is making a meal for you, right? Madam Shine would only be home after dinner," Lynette said worriedly. Stella smiled, "I can cook a meal myself. Don't worry." "It seems that I came just at the right time," Stella turned her head in surprise when she heard Bellamy's voice. His hair and shoulder were wet. He was stained with water vapor, and his
Stella lowered her gaze, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. She didn't know why, but she felt a chill down her spine. For some reason, she was afraid of knowing the answer. However, she had to know the answer. Only then could she be at ease. The bike twisted and turned, and Stella could not tell which road he was going on. However, he seemed to be very familiar with the paths. If he was not Jasper, could he be Steven? Stella hugged him tightly, her face leaning against his back as she listened to his strong heartbeat. "Stella, don't doubt me anymore. I love you," Bellamy said softly. Stella did not reply. Instead, she closed her eyes. She clearly knew that she shouldn't doubt him at all. However, she was still afraid and her thoughts would still run wild occasionally. Bellamy sighed, and half an hour later, the bike finally stopped. When Stella opened her eyes, she saw a small cottage with lights on. She got off
Stella caught up with Eli at the entrance of the Intercontinental Hotel. She shouted excitedly, "Eli." Eli Wayne paused and turned around to look at Stella. Her eyes were filled with a desolate silence without any emotion. Stella was so excited that she ignored Eli's anomaly. She hugged Eli and cried, "You're back. How did you come back? Were you alright while you were in D Country? I miss you. I miss you so much." Eli stared into the distance, her face devoid of expression. The winter sun shone through the leaves, and it was particularly white. However, there was no warmth for her at all. She said coldly, "If you are done acting, let me go so that I could breathe." Stella's body froze. She looked at Eli with her reddened eyes. There was guilt, apologeticness, expectations, and... deep emotions in her gaze. "I'm sorry about what happened last time," Stella apologized. "Do you think your apology could bring my mother back to life? Will it bring
"Bullsh*t! You are slandering me," Christian Saltzman cursed. "Tell me then, which part of my words is slandering you?" Stella asked calmly. Christian was stunned and he said, "I do have my own people, but the President knows about it. My actions have been approved by the President, and what I have done has also been recorded." Christian dragged Sean into the matter on purpose. Everyone's sight was now focused on Sean. Sean forced a smile, and it seemed as though the world had gone upside down, "Are you talking about my father?" Christian's eyes were cold, and he locked his gaze onto Sean angrily. He gnashed his teeth in hatred and said, "Yes." "Since you claimed that your actions have been recorded, I should be able to find it with my authority. However, the urgent matter at hand is Allen's case. I need to give a reply to the international authorities," Sean said, ending the issue with his words. What he said could either save Christi
"Stella, come with me," Sean said. Stella followed Sean out of the door and into the meeting room next door. His soldiers then closed the door. "You pushed the country into the limelight to deal with Christian. Is this really what you wish to see? Are you sure that this is what Jasper wants you to do?" Sean asked. "Firstly, I was not the one who had pushed the country into the limelight. Secondly, I wouldn't have come here if that was my intention. Thirdly, don't talk about the country with me. I don't think that you are any better than I am," Stella said coldly. "Stop it. That's enough, isn't it?" Sean warned, "If you don't stop, I will have no choice but to go against you." "Why would you go against me? Are you doing that because you thought that I wanted to deal with Christian?" Stella asked calmly. "You set Allen's factory on fire in order to deal with Christian. You even involved innocent people and let Allen apply for international arbitr
Eli finished the wine in the glass. She chuckled and said, "Why wouldn't you allow it? Is it because you are the President, or because you are married?" "Because I love you," Sean blurted out. Eli laughed until her tears were about to fall, "You claimed that you loved me, yet you targeted my parents. You loved me, so you killed them. You loved me, so you forced me to give birth to our son and then imprisoned my freedom. If this is love, then I'm sorry, I don't want any of it." Sean walked forward and grabbed Eli's hand. His grip was a little strong, and he asked firmly, "What should I do to make you believe me?" Eli wanted to shake off his hands, but her efforts were in vain. She simply stopped struggling and looked at him coldly, "I don't care if you love me or not, because I. don't. love. you." Eli said one word clearly after another, bluntly expressing her feelings. Sean felt as though his heart was about to be split open. He lowered his head and
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