"Did he pay by using the mobile app or by cash?" Stella asked. If he did not pay in cash, she would be able to return the money. She was not used to strangers paying for her meal. "It was paid by cash. He is a very handsome man. He sat near you and covered you with a blanket while you were asleep. He's also from A Country," The waitress said admirably. Stella raised a smile. It seemed that she would not be able to return the money. Meeting a compatriot who showed kindness and compassion without expecting anything in return in a foreign country was heartwarming. She liked this warm feeling. "Thank you." Stella picked up her bag and left. Her phone rang once she stepped out of the café. It was the Police Commissioner. She answered the call. "Miss Grace, I'm Vann. Are you free now?" the Police Commissioner asked politely. Stella had cooperated with the police station several times before, hence she knew that they must have something regarding th
Stella got nervous. She took out a self-defense baton and turned a corner quickly. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the footsteps approaching quietly. One, two, three. Stella suddenly walked out of the corner and looked fearlessly at the person who was following her. She frowned and said, "It's you? Why are you following me?" "That..." It was Edwin, and he was caught red-handed. He lowered his head awkwardly, not daring to look at Stella directly. Stella furrowed her brows. She could tell that he was not attempting to hurt her. Edwin mustered his courage. "I admire you very much. I've heard many things about you. I didn't mean to follow you. I just wanted to escort you home and leave after that." Looking at the young man, Stella's lips curved slightly and she said in reply, "Thank you, Edwin. It's very considerate of you. Where do you live?" "I live in..." Edwin looked behind him and continued, "I live with my parents now. I plan to mo
Cyril panicked for a bit, and his pupils dilated. He looked to the side carefully, and his whole body shivering with fear. He said, "I didn't hit anyone before. It's him. He hit me." "Him?" Stella had seen too many of these kinds of patients, so she asked calmly, "Were you there when he was hitting people?" The boy nodded, "I was there, but I was tied up by him. He didn't allow me to interfere. I was terrified as I watched him beat up those girls. I was afraid that he would hit me too." "You are a very strong boy." "No, he is much stronger than me. He is two meters tall, and his arms are as thick as my thighs. He's very powerful. I tried to stop him before, but he pushed me down the stairs and I had to stay in the hospital for a week," Cyril explained. "Could you tell me about his appearance?" Stella asked. The boy thought hard, but he shook his head in the end, "I don't know. I was afraid of looking at him. He told me not to look too." "Then,
The masked man stared at her. As he was wearing a mask, Stella couldn't see his expression clearly. However, she could sense that the masked man knew her. Otherwise, why was he wearing a necklace with her photo in it? "Speak," Stella urged him again. "You wouldn't want to know who I am," The masked man said. His voice was low and hoarse, just like the sound of a cello, making people feel a faint sadness in their hearts. She dismissed that sadness and did not continue to ask further. "Thank you for saving me." "You don't need to thank me. You saved me this morning too, so we are even now." The masked man said. He then turned around and quickly disappeared from the basement. Stella came back to her senses after that. She didn't want to think about it or look into it. If she didn't do so, troubles and worries then wouldn't arise. She squatted down and tore off the mask of the man who had assaulted her. She had met that man several times. He
Stella looked at the screen and tapped on the table with her fingers rhythmically. She said lightly, "The murderer is a man, about 30 years old, approximately 1.75 m to 1.80 m tall. He should have a thin body and has had higher education. He has a high IQ and a good EQ. His parents and siblings should be dead. He has a good amount of fortune and has a car, which should be a luxurious one. He looks ordinary and has very good speaking skills. He appears harmless at ordinary times, so it was easy for him to hide his intentions." "In addition to these, is there anything more?" Sheldon asked anxiously. "His psychological stability is quite good. The first case seemed to be perfect. He killed without hesitation. It should not be his first time committing a crime. What's more, the frequency of his crime is very stable, which indicates that he has developed the habit of committing these crimes. I think that he moved in at the beginning of the year. I suggest that we cooperate with
Stella squatted down in front of him. The child was very beautiful. He had big eyes, long blue eyelashes, a round face, and fair skin. He looked like a doll. However, his eyes were red. He looked at Stella with caution and pursed his lips. He didn't move or say anything. Sheldon asked the others to leave the room first. Stella glanced at the window and found that Dianne was still there. She smiled and took out five candies from the boxes. She asked the child, "Here are five candies, apple-flavored, watermelon-flavored, strawberry-flavored, grape-flavored, and lemon-flavored. Which one do you like?" The child stared at Stella and judged that Stella was harmless, so he picked up the grape-flavored candy warily. Stella took the candy in his hand, peeled off the wrapping, and handed the candy to him. The child then put it in his mouth. Stella also took a grape-flavored candy from the box and put it in her mouth. She asked casually, "Do
There was a loud bang. The car heading straight towards Stella was knocked over by a cargo truck. Immediately, four policemen got down and had their guns out, pointing towards the car. "Get off the car!" Sheldon shouted. With his gaze upon the tinted car window, he opened the car door and was astonished to find the orphanage's assistant in the driver's seat. "It's you?" The assistant looked at Sheldon in horror. When she realized that she was caught, her face instantly turned pale. "Bring her over to the police station," Sheldon said. The police officers immediately hauled the assistant into the car. "How did you know that you will be hit with a car?" Sheldon asked Stella. Stella had previously asked Sheldon to prepare a cargo truck and guard by the door while she was having her meal, as she knew someone might run over her with a car. It turned out to be true. "Head over to the orphanage and detain all the adults now. Hurry up, or e
After saying her piece, Stella looked at Edwin and said, "I may have to trouble you to hack into the surveillance systems of shopping malls and playgrounds to find the clown that we are looking for. A clown with lots of toys and roses in his hands, but what's different is that there are hidden cameras in his toys. If you spot one, we could then immediately arrest him." Alissa pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders, and rolled her eyes. She still did not believe in Stella's deduction. "Okay, I'll get on to it and report to you when I've found the clown," Edwin said with strong determination. Stella gave a small smile, "Thank you for your hard work." She stood up and prepared to leave. "Didn't someone say that she's going to treat us? Are you going back on your words again?" Alissa said in an enigmatic tone. Stella glanced at the time on her watch and replied, "See you all in Barbara Seafood Restaurant at 6 p.m." ...... Stella felt a littl
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