Stella Grace looked at Frederick Addington unbelievably. "Are you really willing to get a divorce?" Stella Grace asked. "You have to meet me when I call." Frederick Addington added. "What if I'm at work?" Stella Grace asked, she still couldn't believe it. He agreed to the divorce so suddenly, without being threatened by her. "I'll look for you when you're not working." Frederick Addington answered in a deep voice. "How long will it last?" Stella Grace asked. "You don't have the right to negotiate on the timeframe with me. It will last until I get tired of it. Of course, you can also choose not to get a divorce." Frederick Addington answered while he raised the corners of his lips, but his eyes were dejected. "You'd better agree, because I don't feel like getting a divorce now." Frederick Addington added. "Yes, I agree. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Department to get a divorce now. I can divorce without taking any possessions. I have a booklet w
When Stella Grace returned to the hospital, Eli Wayne was in her office. She ran to Stella Grace worriedly when she saw her. "How did it go? Is Frederick finally afraid now?" Eli Wayne asked. Stella Grace smiled and said, "We're divorced." "Really?" Eli Wayne was astonished and her eyes were sparkling. Stella Grace nodded. "Yes, it's true. We went to the Civil Affairs Department in the afternoon and got the divorce certificate. From now on, I'm free." Stella Grace uttered. "Great, great." Eli Wayne held Stella Grace's arms and jumped happily. Stella Grace was elated and grinned excitedly with her hands covering her mouth. "Let's hang out tonight to celebrate that you're single again." Eli Wayne exclaimed in joy. "Forget it. I just want to have a good sleep." Stella Grace yawned while she rejected Eli Wayne's invitation. "Yes, you should have some rest once you're back home. Let's celebrate this weekend instead. I'll head back now, I have
Stella Grace went after Frederick Addington. He was driving away. She followed him. Frederick Addington returned to his villa. From afar, Stella Grace saw Feliecia Chuck standing in front of Frederick Addington's house. At the sight of Frederick Addington, she flew into his embrace. Frederick Addington kissed Frelicia Chuck on her lips, which lasted for fifteen seconds. With arms around her waist, he brought Felicia Chuck back to his room. Stella Grace looked on the ground, there was moisture in her eyes. Now that she was there, it was not appropriate for her to return the jewellery to Frederick Addington at this moment. If she did that it would be like carrying out a demonstration to Felicia Chuck. For her, she only wanted to live a peaceful life. "Beauty, do you want to get off the car?" The driver of the car looked at Stella Grace strangely and asked. "No, I'm going back. I'll give you the address." Stella Grace
Stella Grace sighed, walked to the refrigerator and opened it. She glanced at the ingredients inside and found that there were very little left. "Let's have some noodles, it's faster." Stella Grace took instant noodles, ham, lettuce, eggs, and tomato from the refrigerator. Jasper Milton followed her into the kitchen, took the lettuce, and began washing it. Stella Grace stared at Jasper Milton with a serious look. If Jasper Milton were not the Chief, and his father was not the Deputy Commander, and his mother were not the Director of a conglomerate, they would be ordinary people; perhaps they would have met each other from a blind date, then fall in love and after two years, they'd tied the knot. In this scenario, he was probably a perfect husband. Stella Grace added water into the pot, turned on the stove, and then prepared to wash tomatoes. Instead, Jasper Milton was one step in front of her, he was already washing the tomatoes. "I will be ver
In the morning, when Stella Grace woke up, Jasper Milton was no longer by her side. She saw that there was a note left on the table. "I have something to do in the military, you should leave first. The breakfast is on the table. If it's cold, heat it up first then eat it." Stella Grace looked at the note left by Jasper Milton and smiled. His handwriting was strong, which was quite in line with his own tough image. The handwriting was also beautiful, sharp, and frank, it felt very powerful. She stuffed the slip of paper into the Russian book. Perhaps, the distance between her and Jasper Milton was still large, but she had always been improving herself little by little. Learning from him, knowing what he knew, loving what he loved, perhaps, there would be more topics between them, and more time for her to stay with him. Stella Grace got up, brushed her teeth and washed her face. When she walked out of the room, she saw the buns Jasper Milto
When Stella Grace was about to get off from work, Frederick Addington called her. She felt annoyed and asked coldly, "What's the matter?" "See you at the main door after work. I'm already here." Frederick seemed to be in a good mood. "If we see each other today, we would have seen each other twice this week. Tomorrow is the weekend. You won't call me again, will you?" Stella asked to confirm. "Ha." Frederick said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I'll do as I said." "I'll come out soon." Stella frowned. She threw her mobile phone into her bag and went out. Eli Wayne walked over. "Where are you going? Don't you want to go home with me?" "I have something to deal with. I'll go home after three hours," Stella explained. When she went out, Frederick was standing next to his car, wearing sunglasses and a golden suit. He was a little eye-catching, especially the roses in his hand. He handed them to her and smiled confidently. "Here you are."
"Frederick, do you think you have a high EQ?" Stella Grace asked. "You loved me too, didn't you?" Frederick Addington retorted. "A lot of women have loved you, and many women have been hurt by you. If there is retribution in this world, you will die a horrible death in future." Stella advised. She walked past him and walked out of the surveillance room. Following the flow of people, she entered the magnificent banquet hall. Instead of walking directly to Jasper Milton, she went to the corner of the banquet hall and called him again. Jasper felt the vibration of his mobile phone. He frowned and said, "Sorry, excuse me." He walked out of the banquet hall, went to the private room next door, and answered the phone. "Stella, what's wrong? Is there anything urgent? I'll ask Lieutenant Johnson to deal with it," He said softly. "Where are you now? I want to see you," Stella said softly. "I have something to attend to here." He replied.
Stella Grace slowly lay down on her arms. Looking at the door, her eyes were not focused. She whispered, "I hate mistresses. A mistress destroyed my mother's marriage and my marriage. Now I am going to be the person I hate the most. I don't want it." Stella closed her eyes. Tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes, gliding across her nose and down her temples. Seeing her pained tears, Jasper Milton's heart felt as if it had been stabbed. It was very painful to watch. He wiped away the tears on her face, and his eyes deepened with affection. Things happened so urgently and so quickly that he didn't have time to deal with it. He didn't know how to explain it to her. It was his negligence. "Stella, I won't let you to be a mistress. I promise." Jasper said in a low voice. He then picked Stella up and sent her home. Eli Wayne saw Stella coming back in Jasper's arms. Stella was smelled like alcohol, and Jasper's face was not very pleasant.
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