Inside the car. Eli shut her eyes and rested. At this moment, her phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, she sat up straight and said softly, "Hello." "Are you back in A Country?" The caller seemed very shocked and angry. "Yes," Eli felt guilty, and her expression was unnatural. She compressed her lips and said coquettishly, "I'm sorry." Sean's heart twisted for some reason. It was painful, and a hint of anger flashed between his brows. That was how she was. She seemed to always forget who she belonged to. When she confessed her love to him when they were in the fifth grade, she had beaten him up because he didn't take a fancy to her at that time. Did she think that her measly martial skills now could defeat him? He was the national martial arts champion of the youth group. He pressed her down on the ground and looked at her. She didn't cry. Instead, she pursed her lips stubbornly. She did not show any pain of being broken-hearted. She
Eli Wayne didn't want to think about her identity. She didn't want to be a mistress. She would leave and never come back when she was done with her tasks. The security guards at the President's Mansion conducted a strict examination on the car before it entered. The compound size of President's Mansion was similar to her previous manor's, but there were many more security officers on guard. The car passed through the trees, the lake, and finally arrived at the door of the mansion that was facing the lake. Sean's servants were already waiting outside to welcome them. There were two maids, three male servants, one male housekeeper, two chefs, Sean's wife as well as her maid. Eli felt a little guilty and uneasy when she saw Sean's wife. She followed Sean out of the car, standing apart from him with her head lowered. "You must have had a long day," Yvonne Harington said gently. Eli looked at Yvonne once again. She was extremely beautif
Her maid was looking at her from upstairs. Eli Wayne looked around and sat down on a chair. Yvonne's servant said coldly, "This is our Madam's favorite place. She likes peace and quiet. I hope that you would not come here and disturb her unless it was necessary." "Oh," Eli stood up knowingly. "Also, Madam is the master of this house. I hope that you will abide by your responsibilities and don't break the servants' rules. The Madam's being polite to you because she's educated. If you take it for granted and act arrogantly, you should get out of here," the female servant said rudely. The servants' rules? Eli was quite angry. "Your Madam is indeed a kindhearted person, but we are here to work. If you don't like your job, you may leave and go somewhere else to work. A Country has abolished slavery policy a long time ago, and there is no such thing as servants or masters here," Eli said with a smile. Her smile was solely to express her kindne
She sighed. She would read novels on reincarnation, revenge, and setups whenever she was bored. She had always read the stories with extreme passion. Now, it was her turn to live through it... She could not come up with a good approach no matter how she had racked her brain. When her mother died, she wanted to come back and kill Sean immediately. Her father took her away and analyzed the situation to her, making her realize that Sean was unlikely the murderer. He would have done it earlier if he had wanted to. "Why are you sighing?" Sean asked. Eli looked at Sean. It didn't matter although she was not intelligent, at least, she was one who would express her thoughts openly without feeling embarrassed. "Sean, if I find the person who killed my mother, will you help me?" Eli asked. "Of course," Sean said. "Are you going to help me or not?" Eli didn't know which he was referring to. "I would help you," Sean'
His cell phone started ringing as soon as he returned to his office. He looked at it and realized that it was Stella calling. He glanced at Eli, went out of the office, and answered the call in the meeting room next door, "What's wrong?" "Give me Eli's number," Stella Grace said anxiously. He could already guess her intention. "Stella, mind your own business. You are pregnant now, don't exhaust yourself. Don't worry about Eli. I have told you that I love her, and I am more concerned with her safety than you are," Sean Yaleman said sternly "If you're worried about her safety, then you shouldn't have contacted her again. Are you giving me the number or not?" Stella said forcefully. "Since she is already a target, do you think it would be safer to let her roam around freely or to keep her by my side?" Sean asked. "It's safer to keep her by my side," Stella blurted out. "She came back to look for the murderer who killed her mother. What do you thi
Sean glanced at the caller ID. It was Stella. He looked deeply at Eli, empathy flashing through his eyes. He said in a low voice, "What did you say? I had a problem with my phone, so I didn't hear what you said." "I was wondering why you were so quiet. I said, my people have already gone to the President's Mansion. They'll reach at around 8 p.m. Please make the arrangements accordingly and don't let Eli know about it," Stella repeated. Sean was still looking at Eli. She looked deep in thought, "I see. Alright then. Let's keep in touch later." He hung up the phone and sat down next to Eli. He held her hand. Eli withdrew her hand subconsciously, her eyes slightly red. Whenever she heard Stella's name, met her, or heard her voice, it would remind her of the day her mother died. She couldn't find it in herself to forgive her. A friend's action would bring more harm than an enemy's. Sean took a deep breath and said, "To be honest, Stella cares about
"What happened?" Bellamy asked worriedly. Stella wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed. Bellamy's eyes were filled with sympathy and a hint of complexity. He put his hand on Stella's shoulder, trying to warm her, "Stella, if you're unhappy, just let me know, okay? I will be with you forever and I will protect you, even if..." Bellamy paused for a moment and didn't continue. However, Stella's face remained on his chest, and she did not notice the unusual glint in his eyes. She said while sobbing, "We must protect Eli, okay? I can't possibly let her be in danger again." Bellamy sat beside her and held her in his arms, "I'll do whatever you say. Don't be sad. You're pregnant now, and you do know that you can't do anything just being sad. It is good to express your emotion at times, but being too emotional will only harm yourself." Stella took a few deep breaths and looked at him. Her eyes were red and she still had
"Hmm?" Bellamy looked at her. "Mom had gone to M Country because our goods were accidentally exchanged. I am worried that someone is deliberately targeting Milton Corp, so I asked Mom to give up on some uncertain foreign industry and focus on charity." Stella said. "You have a point. Besides, my mother is already old, and you are currently pregnant. Too much work will only become a burden eventually. We aren't striving for money, so we will do as you say. I will support whatever decision you make," Bellamy said softly. "Doing charity is a way to build the foundation for you to become the President, but..." Stella was a little worried and she paused. "But what?" Bellamy asked. "I'm afraid that we would become the next Asher, sacrificing our personalities, conscience, and lives for the sake of the benefits. Jasper, if we could have our revenge, what's the point of becoming the next President then? There are so many people watching our every movement. Don't y