"The Director of the Department of Education was murdered." "That's expected. After all, he knows too much. Quinn wouldn't let him go to court like that," Bellamy shared the same sentiments with Sean. "He died in a special way. I might be able to find some clues if I go over," Stella pondered the clues that Sean had just explained. "You don't have to do this. There are professionals there. Sean is just using you as a tool. He wants a scapegoat, and you are the perfect candidate," Bellamy snorted as he spoke. "Sean wants to test his luck, while Quinn and Christian are in the same boat. Sean staying as the President is the safest choice for us. Even if I have to be a scapegoat, I will have to take that responsibility to ensure our future," Stella made a decision. Bellamy stared at Stella. He had gotten to know her better after having spent all this time with her. Truth be told, he had already known her for at least five years ever since he dreamed of h
"Were there signs of the room being searched?" Stella asked Benjamin. "No. This I am sure," Benjamin replied. "Wasn't the murderer worried about the evidence? If he was, he would have been looking for it everywhere, wouldn't he?" Stella asked in suspicion. "There are two possibilities. It's either that the murderer was confident about getting the evidence, or Trenton's testimony itself is the evidence. Since he is dead now, so no one knows about the secret anymore," Benjamin guessed. "If that's the case, then those around Trenton should be in danger as well. Since he has killed Trenton, then why didn't he kill Mrs. Zane too?" Stella felt surprised as she glanced at the room once more. She had a bad feeling. "Perhaps he murdered Trenton not to destroy the evidence, but because he held a grudge against him," Benjamin guessed again. "If it was a grudge, then killing Trenton right before he is going to jail is too big of a coincidence. Besides, it is als
"Of course, otherwise, I would not have asked you to help with the investigation," Sean agreed. "We will not be able to continue with the interrogation. The murderer is hiding not far from here, and there are cameras placed all over the room. Investigating the scene itself will take a long time. There might even be a bomb planted there too. It is getting late, which will be bad for our energy and state of mind too. I suggest we continue our interrogation tomorrow, Mr. President. What do you think?" Stella asked seriously. "Sure. The most important thing now is to deal with the situation online. As for everything else, we will find another time tomorrow. Mr. Zellweger, what do you think?" Sean asked Quinn. Quinn looked very awkward, he then said with a smile, "On one hand, Miss Grace is not a government official; on the other hand, she is not a police official. Mrs. Zane is the most important witness right now. It won't be appropriate to take her back."
"However, if he does not die today, then my son and I will. When I was washing dishes in the kitchen, I received a message from Quinn. He told me that if anyone asked about what secrets I knew, I had to say that the President has an illegitimate son," Mrs. Zane told her everything she knew. A light flashed through Stella's eyes. What a close call. If the public knew that Sean had an illegitimate child, not only would he be in trouble and irredeemable from the public, but Eli would get in trouble too. She must not let anything happen to Eli. "Are you willing to testify against Quinn?" Stella asked. "Will you be able to ensure me and my son's safety?" Mrs. Zane pleaded. Stella thought about it seriously. She was not someone who simply made promises. If she made a promise, she would definitely fulfill it. Otherwise, she would not be able to feel at peace. She thought of ways to protect Mrs. Zane and her child, "Yes, I will try my best. But,
"You should be more careful from now on. Quinn told Mrs. Zane that you have an illegitimate son. Although he might not have the evidence, he might still have other tricks up his sleeve. I don't want Eli to be in danger. We have already got her parents killed. We can't allow her to get hurt again," Stella said seriously. Sean said, "Alright." "The only people who know about you and Eli's relationship are me, Frederick, and Christian. If Frederick wanted to, he would have exposed you early on. But Christian, he is a ticking time bomb," Stella was worried. "He is in hiding right now. He won't come to me unless he has absolutely no choice. As of now, Quinn is the real threat. He is too ambitious now. Losing Trenton is not a big deal to him. Unlike Christian, who has since left the court." Stella understood what he meant. He did not want Christian to be involved for the time being. She was a little annoyed, but she noticed that they were nearing the hospital, so she
"What about the food? Were there any problems with it?" Stella wondered. "I have sent a plane to pick him up. The forensic experts will examine the corpse. However, I think that the probability of anything being wrong with his food is very low. I have investigated the soldiers around him. There has not been a problem." "So, it is highly likely that he had committed suicide. It is indeed strange to encounter such an impossible crime like this, where there is no murderer, no communication records, and no final letters. Send me the surveillance footage. I will have a look at it once I go back. You have to protect Eli. If anything happens to her, Sean, I won't let you go," Stella warned him, her heart dripping with worry. "Don't worry. If something happens to her, I won't even forgive myself. As long as I am alive, I will protect her with my life. If I have to die, I will die in front of her," Sean promised. Stella believed in Sean, as much as she believed that Sean
"Isn't this because of your special circumstances? We distribute our workload and cooperate with each other, isn't that good?" Stella asked. "Do you think that this is a small matter? You are directly offending Quinn and confronting him head-on. His power and influence is something beyond your imagination. He could even..." Bellamy paused for a second. He was going to talk about Jasper, but he stopped and turned away. He was angry and his chest was heaving violently. "I have many people around me who will protect me. Nothing will happen to me. Don't be angry anymore," Stella held Bellamy's hand. Bellamy shoved her hand away, "It is easier to dodge an open bullet than one in the dark. If he insists on killing you, you may be able to escape it once or twice, but you can't hide from it forever. You know the strength of his subordinates. One cut and your head will fall to the ground. You are not alone anymore. You have a child inside you." "But, I will go crazy if y
Bellamy had told her that the assassination attempt was only part of his plan. There were times where she had suspected that Bellamy was not Jasper. However, she did not want to think about that anymore. If he was not Jasper, then where did the real Jasper go? She dared not think about it. As a psychologist, she had troubles that other people did not have, for she understood the nature of people too well. She knew that people would subconsciously reject pain and suffering. When faced with the truth, people would often choose to believe in the truth that they want to believe in. After all, everyone in this world had a subjective prejudice. She was no exception. "Elvis, Jasper is by my side now. I believe in him more than anyone. There are things that cannot be proven, and we must not think too much. It is not good for our judgment, and it will only get us in deeper waters. We should make a long-term plan about the secret which Mrs. Zane had plan
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