Eli felt a little chill in her hands instantly without Sean's warmth. She closed the window and lowered her eyes. Could it be that... she had fallen for Sean? The feeling was overwhelming, but Eli wondered if Sean had seduced her on purpose, waited for her to fall in love with him, only to abandon her eventually. What if he refused to divorce Yvonne for the rest of their lives, citing political reasons? What if he got tired of her one day? What should she do then? He could crush her with just his status, and she would be defeated no matter how much she cried for help. "We're here," Sean reminded. "Oh," Eli realized that everyone had gotten off the car. She followed after them hurriedly. A row of men clad in black stood before her. "Line up!" Aldred bellowed. Eli could hear echoes coming from afar, and it seemed that several men were repeating his words. Their voices were majestic and solemn. She stood behind Sean a
She was reminded of the time she spent in Jasper's army. Jasper was stern and meticulous. From a distance, one could feel his aura of royalty, responsibility, and confidence. However, Sean's Invisibles vaguely gave her a playful yet determined vibe. It seemed that different leaders would bring out different kinds of potential in their team. She had heard that there were three elite teams in A Country, namely Jasper's Dark Shadow, Sean's Invisibles, and Christian's Black Ferrets. However, Christian's Black Ferrets did not seem to have a good reputation. The soldiers were dismissed, and Sean headed towards the room towards the lounge. Eli followed after him hurriedly. She had been standing in the field with Sean for the past three hours. Her face was numb with cold, and her feet were tired from standing for too long. As soon as she reached Sean's room, she took off her shoes and lay down on his bed. Sean looked over at her, "It's going to be tough duri
His mood instantly brightened up after hearing her words. He touched her nose and said, "Take a nap on the bed. I will close the door. Remember, do not open the door for anyone else apart from me, okay?" Eli made an OK gesture. Sean then left and closed the door for her. Eli turned around and took out her mobile phone. There was no connection, so she could only play games on her phone. She noticed that Sean was already gone for more than half an hour. Didn't they agree to eat together? She sat up, wanting to go look for him, but she did not know where to go. Plus, there was no signal here too. If she got lost, it would be a hassle for him to look for her. She could not seem to do anything, and she felt as though her actions would only burden the people around her even more. Hence, she lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze. She could hear someone talking, followed by the sound of the door opening. She opened her eyes with high alert and saw Sean en
"Do you think that your information is accurate?" Sean asked him. "Mr. President. this compilation was made after thorough self-introduction by each member of the team," No. 189 reported with certainty. Sean did not question him further. He would find out in the training later if the information were all accurate. "Forget about your previous numbers during this training. I will assign new numbers for all of you. No. 1, Gary Yaleman, No. 2, Nick Zachary, No. 3, Darren Wheeler, No. 4, Sean Yaleman, No. 5, Troy Hiller, No. 6, Eli Wayne, No. 7, Mathew Cher, No. 8, Jack Weil, No. 9, Bernard Wood, No. 10, Victor Hunter. Are we clear?" Sean ordered. They all answered in unison, "Yes, Mr. President!" Eli shouted along with them. She was in high spirits, as though she was a real soldier. She was thrilled at the thought of being able to brag about this for the rest of her life. Perhaps, she could even tell this story to her son in the future. She could not help but
None of them spoke, and all nine pairs of eyes were staring at her. She thought that she wasn't clear enough, so she explained, "Here are my thoughts. Once those people get the flags, they will definitely hand them over to Mr. Hadley. We will hide at the route which they will use to return. On one hand, we could steal their flags. On the other hand, we will be ways ahead of completing the mission compared to the next team. Nevertheless, I dare say that the other teams might have thought of this plan too. Therefore, we have to mark the advantageous positions on the map once we get it. Our strength will surely be weakened if we split our team. However, we could also preserve our strength if we choose to ambush the other teams instead. Once we start, let's not rush to steal their flags. We will lure them to use their guns, then pick up on what they have left. Not only will we be able to preserve our energy, but we could also exhaust the enemy's strength. I thought of spl
Eli looked at the map, and then at Mathew's worried face. "This is normal. They are making things more intense and interesting by providing more routes. Remember, don't bite more than you can chew. We just need to guard one intersection. This will depend on your luck. Once you clear a path, it would at least bring an advantage to the rest of our team. Don't forget, you have four members with you, and there are six more on the team. Besides, this is a game of strength. There won't be any glory if we were to win too easily, right? Also, the minefields, as well as the three routes to Mr. Hadley, are clearly marked on the map. I think that everything is by chance, which is to say that their maps must have clear indications of the minefields too. In that case, we could narrow the area to set up traps," Eli said. Her team members thought that her words were reasonable, and they were filled with confidence once again. Could she say that she was just speaking glib
Eli thought of the times when she was young. In junior high school, there was a time when it rained heavily. She did not go home for lunch, so she bought instant noodles and a piece of chicken wing from her school's cafeteria. When she returned, she realized that her umbrella was missing. She looked everywhere but she still could not find it. An hour later, she saw Sean coming over with her umbrella. She was angry at that time and she immediately questioned him, "Why did you take my umbrella?" "I figured that you weren't going home for lunch, but I needed to go home," Sean said confidently. She argued, "But you didn't ask for my permission." "You weren't there. How could I have asked for your permission?" Sean handed the umbrella to her. She took it angrily and despised Sean very much. After school, she opened her umbrella, only to realize that he had broken it. Only several threads were left on the umbrella. She was enraged and she stomped her
After getting off the truck, they all went to register themselves before collecting their hats. Eli followed the large group into the forest. The soldiers kept Sean and her in the middle, and Eli ran as fast as she could to keep up. She was already panting after half an hour of running. Even after working out consistently for the past six months, her physical strength was no match for the soldiers. Sean turned back to look at her before squatting in front of her, "Get on." Eli shook her head, "I'm too heavy." "Everyone but the Vanguard will take turns carrying the Commander. We can't afford to waste time on our way to safety," Sean said gruffly. Eli didn't dare refuse, especially after seeing how serious he was. She climbed onto Sean's back, and the group ran at the same pace as before. Sean carried her on his back and didn't fall behind in the slightest. Eli leaned against his back, warmth filling her heart. She had never thought someone
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