Stella disregarded him. She walked past him to play with Sandro. "Say a word and I will willingly return to be your follower," Elvis said to Jasper while giving him a salute. "Aren't you proud of being a sergeant currently? The President trusts you very much. Being a follower? Who are you kidding?" Lynette retorted in an enigmatic tone. Stella looked at Elvis and said, "Just continue to work under the President. Don't repeat your mistakes and betray your leader twice. The President is your Chief's brother. Being loyal to him is the same as being loyal to the Chief." "I..." Elvis wanted to explain but he hesitated. He scratched his head and said, "I'm feeling quite ashamed. Knowing that the Chief is alive, I wish to follow him." "Sweet words. However, the Chief dares not accept you as a follower anymore," Lynette replied sardonically. "There's no difference even if you follow him," Jasper responded simply. Elvis lowered his eyes. He felt very g
Bellamy looked at Jasper approaching him. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He cracked a smile. "We will leave in a few days. Thank you for your help. It must have been hard for you," Jasper said in a deep voice. "Somehow, you sound like the older one when you speak even though I'm the eldest here," Bellamy responded with a smile. Jasper stared intently into Bellamy's eyes. "If anything happens to me, take care of her." The sudden statement wiped the smile off Bellamy's face. He examined Jasper as he replied, "Nothing will happen to you. Don't spout nonsense. You came out safe and sound from the disaster. I wager luck is with you." Jasper hesitated. In the end, he did not speak further. He went back and continued fishing. Bellamy stared at Jasper with perplexity. Although they were twins, he couldn't understand Jasper at all. Jasper emitted a silent vibe that made his hair stood on end. He sat beside Jasper and announced
"The United States has already published the news, but Boris remained hidden. A Country has also shared the message and Boris did not appear either. If he doesn't emerge despite all our efforts, there is a high chance that he is either dead or he will never appear again," Bellamy reported solemnly. "I must find him. You have conducted research on the virus and antidote in secret, haven't you?" Stella asked, choking back on her tears. Bellamy could tell that something was amiss. He turned to look at her. Stella's eyes turned redder, but her gaze remained determined. It was evident that she had been crying. "Yes I have, but what's wrong? Jasper, is he..." Bellamy refused to think about it. "I promised him that I would not give up and fall into despair even if he died. However, I want to do the best I can," Stella forced a smile and responded. Tears streamed down her face. "What's wrong with Jasper?" Bellamy asked with a grave tone. "He wis
"Let me correct that statement. Our relationship was the only scheme that succeeded in which I wished for success," Sean retorted, a smile plastered on his face. Stella was startled. Staring at his handsome features, she asked, "Are you really willing to give up your fame and position?" She was still doubtful regarding Sean's true intentions. "I never wanted to be the President. I did it for the sake of my family. I didn't have a choice. When I was the President, I was forced to marry someone I didn't love and I hurt the person I hold dear. Do you think that Eli will play the role of the President's wife? Her freedom will be restricted. She will be miserable and under a lot of stress every day. The immense pressure will drive her crazy," Sean explained. "I think that Bellamy is currently walking the same path you did." "He's going to wed the daughter of McCarthy family?" Sean guessed. "Nothing seems to escape your attention. What do you suggest?" Stella as
"I know. It's already very late, let's sleep," Jasper said softly. Stella smiled and responded, "Alright." ...... She couldn't get a proper night's sleep as her mind was clouded with thoughts. She was terrified that he would leave suddenly or something would happen to him. She woke up often at night, only to fall into slumber again upon registering that he was still by her side. In the morning, she was roused by the sound of him getting up. She sat up and looked at him. "Morning." Jasper's skin was so pale that it was near translucent. He nodded his head in response and dashed into the washroom. She heard him turning on the faucet quickly and the sound of water flowing. Stella couldn't stop herself from trembling from head to toe. She felt a griping pain in her heart, but she dare not look because she was afraid that the scene would give her a mental breakdown. However, she feared that something might have already happened to Jasper in her ab
"I've discussed with him after giving the idea some thought. I feel that you shouldn't be responsible for this matter. Only Jasper could escape unscathed after handing over the biological weapons," Bellamy said in a low voice. "How will he escape unscathed? Will those people let him go as long as he hands over the biological weapons? No way," Stella was anxious. "I'll do my best to protect him." "If you want to protect him, why did you let him go alone? Do you know the risks associated? Back then, Boris escaped right out of their hand. There is no way they will allow Jasper to escape from them so easily this time. Do you want to see him die? Compared to letting him die in this mission, I would rather stay by his side for another year and watch him die due to his illness! Bellamy, why did you reveal our plans to him? Why did you tell him although we have agreed to keep it a secret? Why are you doing this?" Stella was extremely upset. "Stella, b
"He won't return. Am I right?" Stella asked softly. "Jasper knew what he wanted ever since he was a child and he will achieve it on his own accord. He didn't need to work so hard. With help from his father, life would have been much easier, but he refused. He started from a soldier in the special forces and became a general without any help," Suzi replied. "He is a headstrong person who only listens to himself regardless of what others think, whether it's right or wrong. He treats his family and his lover the same. He feels that he is responsible for his friends, the military base, the country, and even the world. However, he owes his family and lover," Stella snapped. "Perhaps to him, those he loves are all part of him." "So we deserve to suffer when he leaves us?" Stella's eyes turned red again. It was bloodshot red. Suzi held Stella's hand. "I understand your rage. You waited for him for so long. He left because he didn't want you to worry."
She would rather end her life than die of insanity like her mother. However, she would still be left with nothing, even if everything ended. There was no love in this chase, no destination in mind... Perhaps, the best solution would be to hypnotize herself. She succeeded once, so she should be able to perform it a second time. She wished to forget about Jasper and everything related to him, including Sandro through the hypnotism. Only by ending the source of her agony could she be no longer in distress. Anthea realized that something was off with Stella and she brought Sandro to play in the room. She stared at the clock on the wall as time passed. She remained motionless like a sculpture, ignoring her surrounding completely. Seeing Stella's anguish made Suzi worried. She approached Stella again and said, "Don't wait anymore. It's almost noon. You didn't eat anything since the day before and you were awake the entire night. Your bod
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