Stella smirked when Zoah turned to look at her. It seemed as though she was taunting him. She knocked on the table with her fingers gracefully. Zoah was furious when Stella behaved like this. Five years ago, this woman had come to his house to have a meal as Frederick's wife. At that time, she was obsequious and she would've been casually crushed to death. He was very indignant e as he had never expected that she would suddenly turn into a person whom he feared. "Are you telling us that this case has come to an end? Didn't you come here to assist in the investigation?" Zoah directly asked Stella. Stella smiled and spoke calmly, "First of all, I'm here to assist in the investigation. I'm not the main suspect. As for whether this case ends up with nothing definite or not, it's not up to me but the police, right?" "However, Mrs. Zane did die in your car," Zoah said unhappily. "There should be an identification letter from forensic experts. Someon
Eli smiled as soon as she saw Sean's text message. She was head over heels, and no one had ever given her such feelings before except for Sean. Her heart was sweetened by his actions. Eli replied with a text message, "Of course, I don't go the usual way, else why would I stay with you? Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, okay?" Sean was instantaneously delighted. He smiled and replied, "I'll reward you when we get back." Stella had already noticed the change in Sean's expression. He dared not look at Eli again as he was afraid of being caught by those who seek to crush him. At this moment, Quinn already knew that Sean had an illegitimate child. It would not be difficult for him to know that the illegitimate child belonged to Eli. He was afraid that Quinn already knew everything and was now setting up a trap. The chef tasted the dishes and ensured that there was no poison in any of the dishes before distributing them to the guests. In the m
"Yes," Bellamy replied. His eyes sank. No one seemed to understand what he was thinking about. Samuel was slightly worried and he reminded him once more, "Remember, Jasper mustn't stay. Otherwise, he will become a stumbling block for us. I know that he is your twin brother and it's difficult for you, but he was already shot in the head. He won't live for long, so you shouldn't act impulsively, okay?" "I know what to do," Bellamy said with certainty. "Good. Don't forget about our goal," Samuel gave Bellamy a meaningful look and said, "There are many good women in the world. She is indeed very excellent, but she is not the only outstanding one. You haven't slept with her, have you?" Bellamy shook his head and replied, "Not yet." "You mustn't sleep with her. Otherwise, you would no longer be able to distinguish whether she's your woman or your brother's woman. And she's too smart. She'll soon discover that you're not Jasper. Wasn't she responsible for the for
"According to what you've said, isn't it dangerous for her to stay with you then? You've offended more people than I did. Christian, Quinn, Zoah, they are all important political figures." "Do you really think that they do not hate you? They are also eyeing your position like a tiger eyeing its prey. The fact that Quinn had asked Trenton to do what he did proves it," Stella retorted. "At the very least, I'm still the President now. They would not show their intentions that openly." "They wouldn't dare to confront me either with my current strength and influence. Moreover, I have a comprehensive plan in mind. They would not do it unless they are willing to risk their reputation. For them, rising to the top is the only goal. And you, you almost hurt Eli the last time," Stella said. "You may have a perfect plan, but that doesn't mean that I don't have one. Why did you think that I asked my people to follow you around that day? Eli must stay with me," Sean said fir
"If he didn't commit suicide willingly, I think I could vaguely guess the other party's technique," Stella said after thinking for a while. She was a little tired from standing, so she pulled out a chair and sat down. "What technique?" Sean was curious. "The FBI has some basic interview questions and one of them is to come up with several ways to communicate," Stella said. Sean followed Stella's line of thought and said, "Call, letter, language, music... code. So you're saying that someone made contact with Hodge through a code signal and ordered him to commit suicide!" "Yes, that's right." "I'm going to check the code signal again and see who might have given him the signal," As he spoke, Sean took out his mobile phone and was ready to make a phone call. "Wait." Stella stopped Sean, "What do you think are the secret codes that are hard to find, easy to destroy, and could avoid the surveillance camera at the same time?" "It's probably related t
"There is one other thing. You mustn't reveal the truth even though you already know about it, especially when you are not sure if you are able to counterattack. If you reveal the truth, you would only make your opponent anxious and they might use extreme methods in retaliation. Do you understand?" Stella continued. "I understand, so even if I know that Yvonne is pretending to be good to me, it's not good for me to expose her at that moment. I should just play along with her pretense for now, but I should be on guard against her all the time, right?" Eli asked seriously. "Yes," Stella looked at Sean. "Do you still want Eli to stay with you now? There is a person beside you who is a ticking timebomb for Eli." "You're right. I'll be cautious. Because she's a ticking timebomb, I have to keep Eli by my side. Yvonne would definitely lose everything if she decides to retaliate and bring harm to Eli. I know her well. She cherishes her life. If she's really the mastermind, sh
Suzi rushed into her room worriedly and asked, "Stella, what's wrong?" Stella pointed outside the window and said, "A figure flashed by just now, I saw it clearly. That person was lying on top of the window like a spider." Elvis had also heard the scream and he immediately ran over. "Did someone break in? Our people probably didn't see it, else they would've reported it to me. I'll have them search the place now." "Don't," Stella quickly calmed down, and a variety of thoughts flashed through her mind. She needed time to sort things out and she must not be as careless as before. "Order our men to stay put in their respective positions. Maybe some people didn't leave after they came here earlier in the afternoon and deliberately hid in the manor to try to search for the truth. After all, we checked clearly when they came, but we didn't check when they left," Stella analyzed. Elvis lowered his head apologetically and said, "It was my mistake. Please pun
"I don't know. I have the desire to talk to you, do you understand? My husband often felt sorry and distressed for those dead comrades. He always blamed himself for it until the day he died. Before he died, he still told me to avenge those dead comrades," Stella said and paused. The person also paused and did not speak, but he did not hang up either. Silence was not a good thing. Stella continued, "In fact, you could have killed me. Today, I was careless, but you didn't kill me. I think that you're a person with thoughts, passion, and a sense of justice." "You don't have to praise me," the man said. Stella smiled. "Because you have spared my life, hence, I'll do my best to help you if you have any requests." "I saw that you had asked your people to retreat," the man said in a low voice. Stella was slightly surprised. This man's observation and sharpness were better than she had imagined. However, she also breathed a sigh of relief in her
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