"And what?" Ray asked. "The person who came to claim the deceased brought a picture of him, but when we matched the photo, the similarity degree was only 30%." "So, it's as though no one had come to claim the deceased," Edwin said. Sheldon nodded, "You could say that." "Are all the cages found in the same place? Or are they found in different places?" Stella asked with curiosity. "They were all basically in the same area. We found several heavy stones fixing the cages in place," Sheldon said. Stella closed the document in her hand. "I think that the exploration team should go there again. There might be new corpses, and we have to be quick." "Okay, I'll get in touch with them right away," Vann said as he left the room to make a phone call. Stella looked at her team members in the room. She knew that they had stayed up late the night before and had not gone to bed yet, so she said, "Everyone, go back and have a good rest. We'll talk about
"I won't give her up. Allen, you should give up," Jasper said in a low voice. Allen chucked, "At that time, she told me that she loved you and that I shouldn't hope for anything as she didn't want to hurt me anymore. Since you two were together, I sincerely hoped that she could be happy, so I chose to let go of her and become her best friend again. However, right now, she doesn't love you anymore. She's afraid of her soft-hearted nature, so she hypnotized herself. I don't think that you could compete with me right now. I don't care about her past. I only care if she's willing to be with me." "I left because I had no choice." "But you forgot that a husband and wife should support each other and be honest with each other. You left her thinking that it was good for the both of you, but it was not what she wanted. It's not up to you whether I give up or not, it's up to her. What I could give her are comfort and peace. It's not exciting, but at least I could be there for h
"I see," Stella was quite calm, "That was quick of you." "We just happened to have a scouting team nearby. Since we could clearly distinguish their faces, we will be able to find who they are and solve the mystery. I'm very confident about this. I think that it'll all be smooth sailing after this," Vann said happily. Stella smiled slightly, "Let's wait and see." Vann's heart sank. "Do you not think so?" "Have you ever wondered why no one had reported this to the police?" Stella asked. Vann was stunned for a moment before asking, "Why?" "You should first confirm the identity of the deceased. I'll have my meal first. Good luck," Stella then hung up the phone. After gutting and cleaning the fish thoroughly, Stella then cut the fish into fillets, dabbed them dry with paper towels, seasoned them, and dipped them into flour. She heated the oil in the pan and slid the fillets in. The pan immediately sizzled and Stella waited a few minutes until the fi
"I'll have to trouble you then," Stella didn't refuse. "Should I throw away the leftovers?" Jasper asked. "It's alright, I'll pack them up right now. Some people might need them," Stella said as she started to pack up the food. Jasper washed the dishes. She noticed that he was well-practiced, so she didn't say anything unnecessary. She just smiled slightly and said, "I'm going out." "I'll accompany you," Allen said as he took the takeaway box from Stella's hand, "It looks like you're always sending food to those in need. You even have a takeaway box and disposable cutlery ready." "What I don't need, others might. It's the simplest thing I could do, it's isn't hard to do. Don't give up good things though they may be small, and don't do evil things though they may seem insignificant. Giving to people in need gives me peace of mind, it makes me feel good," Stella explained. Allen looked at Stella. Her tone was very elegant, intellectual, graceful,
"Gracie?" Stella blurted out. In her memories, there was a dog, and it was also on a boat. She had a good relationship with the dog. She wasn't clear if its name was Gracie. Jasper looked at her deeply. Stella smiled awkwardly and explained, "I mean, it looks graceful. It looks strong and cute too." "Its name really is Gracie," Jasper said as he got on the yacht and caressed Gracie's head. His expression softened a lot and his eyes became less sharp as he caressed Gracie's head. Stella's eyes softened too. She had thought about raising a dog before, but she had to go on business trips sometimes, so she was worried that she might starve the dog to death. Also, since Allen was going to live with her from now on, it wouldn't be a great idea to have a dog since he had asthma. "Does it usually stay on board?" Stella asked. "Yes, it likes to stay on the yacht. This place is its world," Jasper said in a gentle voice as he stroked Gra
Allen laughed. "Do you still remember when we first met? We went to a deserted island too. You must really like the life on a deserted island." "Some people stay busy all their lives so that they could live a leisurely life in their last few years. Some people live leisurely for their whole life and they are still happy and relaxed although they don't have much money. That isn't bad too. The state of mind is the most important thing," Stella said. "I have a few friends who often go out to the wilderness to live. It's quite an interesting experience. Would you like to go with me next time?" Jasper asked. Stella opened her eyes and nodded thoughtfully, "That sounds nice. You could call me next time, I'll see if I'm free." Jasper raised his smile. "Okay." When Stella saw his usually cold face smiling, she thought that Jasper was quite good-looking according to her aesthetic standard. "It's good to smile more," Stella said. Jasper stopped smiling a
Stella heard the sound of someone jumping into the sea and went to the stern to take a look immediately. She was shocked to see Jasper swimming towards a drowning man. Several images suddenly flashed across her mind. It was a scene of her falling into the sea and drowning, and there was also a person swimming towards her. She seemed to have been shaken to the core, and she felt dizzy for a few seconds. "Stella!" Allen shouted. Stella recovered from her shock and looked at the sea. Jasper couldn't be seen anymore and panic flashed across her eyes. "Where is he?" "He dived to the bottom of the sea. Go and see if there's a lifeboat and lower it to the sea," Allen said. "There should be one at the side of the ship," Stella ran to the side and saw a small lifeboat. She immediately lowered the lifeboat. People's sensitivity towards sound was lower in the sea, but their sensitivity to light was a little higher. Stella immediately turned on
Stella was surprised as she was dragged into Jasper's arms. When she smelled the seawater on his body, her heart started beating faster for some reason. He wasn't her type of man to begin with, so why was she so flustered? "Your hand is injured," Jasper said with a pained expression. "Oh, it's okay. I might have accidentally scratched myself when I was waving the kitchen knife around," Stella explained. "There are a lot of parasites and bacteria in the sea, so it must be cleaned thoroughly. It's not good if it gets infected. Follow me," Jasper dragged Stella to the kitchen, wanting to wash her wound with water. He took a first aid kit, dipped the cotton in some disinfectant, and cleaned her wound. Allen walked over and asked worriedly, "Are you injured?" "It's just a minor injury. It's nothing," Stella said as she looked at Jasper. He applied medicine to her wound attentively and wrapped it three times with gauze, saying, "It's best if yo
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