All the windows in the steering room were broken, and Jasper's body was covered in glass fragments and blood, so was the floor. He must have been injured when the first cannon hit, and he probably had been holding on till then. In the end, he set the yacht to auto-sail back home before he fainted. Stella's heart ached. Although that man was not good with his words, did not like to talk, and was cold to people, he still had a great sense of responsibility. Gracie was also in the steering room, whining as its master was injured. Stella didn't have time to hesitate. She ran back to the back of the yacht and took the first aid kit on top of the refrigerator. "Stella, did something happen to Black?" Allen asked worriedly. "He is seriously injured. I'm going to give him emergency treatment now. Come and help me," Stella said as she immediately ran to the steering room. Three hours later. Jasper woke up. The scene of him in the sea f
Stella arranged a room for Jasper on the first floor after the meal. Gracie was put in the backyard. "Uh, I was in a hurry when I left, so I didn't take your clothes with me. Is there anyone who could send your clothes over?" Stella asked Jasper. "I'll get someone to send them over later," Jasper said in a low voice. "Good, rest well. I'll go to the pet store to buy Gracie's stuff." "I'll go with you," Allen said with a smile. Stella nodded, "Alright. We have to go to the supermarket too, so we should be buying a lot of things." Jasper frowned as he watched them leave. He called someone and said, "Elvis, send my clothes to Stella's." "Chief, are you staying at Madam Grace's house already?" Elvis was pleasantly surprised. "There was an accident. Don't let her see you. Also, send Alissa to another country and make sure that she will never step into this land ever again," Jasper ordered. "Yes, Chief. Good luck," Elvis cheered Jas
Stella went to the pet store to buy a doghouse while Allen helped her pick it carefully. She looked at Allen's handsome profile. He had a very good temper. He always knew what she wanted to do, and he always acted according to her wishes. However, since she had promised to date him, she thought that she shouldn't involve herself with Black anymore. "Black was injured because of us, and it's still dangerous for him to go back to his yacht for now. So after he recovers, I will hint for him to leave." Allen smiled and looked at her. "I trust you. Both of us are responsible for his injuries. I'll take care of him with you." "Allen, you're the person who knows me best in the world," Stella said gratefully. Allen smiled and said, "You're planning to go to the supermarket to buy some men's products, right? I saw that there aren't any men's products at your place." Stella smiled and said, "In the future, I don't think we even need to communicate throug
"We won't be able to find out anything from people who are too firm or too weak. The best candidates will be the twenty people that I selected this time. Some of them will surely have something to say," Stella said as she looked at the time. "So, are you going to stay up late today?" Sheldon asked. If Stella were to stay up late, that meant that he also had to stay up late. "That may not be necessary. If we are lucky, someone might tell us the answer we need very quickly," Stella said with a smile. She was very calm. She went to the office instead of the interrogation room. She asked someone to install a pinhole camera, then played some soft music in the background. "Call Yohan Smith in," Stella said. Those in the monitoring room could hear her. Yohan came in soon after and looked around uneasily. When he realized that there were only Stella and no police officers in the room, coupled with the relaxing atmosphere, he said, "Don't ask me anythin
Yohan spilled a lot of information. He explained clearly each case that he was involved in. Their leader's name was Raison. He used to be a banker, but then he founded the Whiterobe Sect because he was bullied, and he formed an evil force to bully others. The owner of the ship was a man called Peter, who was Raison's first follower. Stella walked out of the office. "Stella, you're awesome. You found out who the mastermind is so quickly. With the information we have now, we can definitely fight back," Sheldon praised. "Not necessarily. Peter and Raison might not even be the masterminds. They don't have that much financial ability to buy a ship. There are even more powerful forces behind them. It's just that this force isn't something that anyone else knows about," Stella walked in the direction of the monitoring room. "What should we do then?" Sheldon became pessimistic again. "What else could we do? We could at least disintegrate the Whiterobe
Stella hung up the phone. Happiness? What was happiness? Some might say that happiness meant having everything that you wanted. Some might say that happiness would be to have family, affection, love, friendship, career, money, and status. In Stella's view, that was the perfection of an idealist. If having everything was happiness, then the vast majority of people wouldn't be happy. She didn't think that it was necessarily like that. She thought that happiness was a feeling similar to the sense of oneself. For those who were easily satisfied, it was easy for them to find happiness. For example, some people would be happy just to be able to have food on their table. While some people could eat as much as their hearts' content, but still be unhappy. Some people would feel happy just to receive a hug from their loved ones. While some people would still feel unhappy even when their loved ones were always by their
Stella went back to have lunch at noon after she was done treating the patients in the morning. Allen had prepared chicken wings, steak, tomato soup, fish fillets, and salad. "Did you make all this?" Stella asked curiously. "Is it weird? I had nothing to do in the morning anyway. This way, you could at least eat immediately once you're back," Allen said with a smile. "Just looking at the dishes on this table makes me hungry. I'll have a taste first," Stella pinched a chicken wing with her hand and took a bite. "Wow, it's delicious." "Please wash your hands first," Allen said. "Yes, sir," Stella gobbled down the chicken wing in a few bites, went to wash her hands, and came back. Allen brought the tableware and cutlery out and said, "I wanted to make pork ribs, but I was worried that I might screw it up since I've never cooked it before." Stella smiled and said, "I'll teach you all my specialties when I'm free. You could open a restaurant a
"Stella, there's still Raison. We need you to interrogate him for us," Vann said. Stella smiled slightly and said, "You could let Ray interrogate him. He'll bear all the responsibilities." "But we think that Raison doesn't have the financial ability to buy a ship, so there might be people supporting the Whiterobe Sect from the shadows," Ray said. "Even if there is someone else, Raison won't say it. He has a strong will. If you ask him, he will say that it's the State Mayor. It'll only be a waste of time," Stella judged. "You haven't seen him yet. How do you know?" Sheldon asked. Stella sighed. "You'll know after you've interrogated him. I really can't do anything about him." "Does that mean that the people behind them will go unpunished?" Ray said angrily. Stella said calmly, "Many things in this world are unfair. You don't get a higher salary just because you have good skills, and you won't be guaranteed to make more money if you have powerful