"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
"Stop it. We're still the same as before. Apart from you leaving me, I will give you whatever you want," Sean coaxed patiently. "Well, divorce your wife then," Eli smiled, a cunning light flashing in her eyes. She said with absolute provocation, "I will marry you if you divorce her. I was just joking when I said that I have a husband." Sean smiled, "Well, remember to keep your promise then. You'll have to marry if I were to divorce my wife. However, you have to give me two years first." Eli sneered. She had expected this outcome. Did Sean think that she was still a naive teenager? Men were used to cheating women with promises of future plans and imaginations. For example, women would often believe men when the latter said that they would divorce their wives for them. How foolish. No matter how sweet their words were, actions still spoke louder than words. After all, she had never liked him, let alone, loved him. Hence, when she he