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
Eli pushed his chest away and changed the subject, asking, "Well, Sean, when are you going to meet with your men? Have you arranged for it?" "I have already given the order. They will report to me once everything is arranged. There will be a foreign ambassador coming over tomorrow night. I need to entertain him," Sean said. "Are you going to show them the national quintessence of our country?" Eli seemed to have thought of something and her eyes narrowed. "Yes, what were you thinking?" Sean was curious. In the past, she would always start to act mischievously when such a smile appeared on her face. "The President of the United States visited Japan not long ago. They brought him to witness one of the authentic experiences of the country, Sumo Fighting. As a result, the two fighters were still sparring with each other on the field after four hours. It was an extremely boring experience. If you have a grudge against the foreign ambassador, you could do that a
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