"As for the environmental factor, so far all our data shows that we have met the appropriate standard of air quality control. We'll build protective walls and plant trees so that we can have more greenery. Our clean water movement has also been pretty efficient so we will keep that up. Additionally, we plan to build a garden on the sixth floor to effectively absorb dust and promote a healthy oxygen cycle." Stella nodded and said, "After the meeting, have a discussion with the Planning Department. We should get our greenery projects done before we begin construction. We don't want to cause pollution." "Alright," the Leader of Environmental Protection replied. "For livelihood, after our last discussion, we decided to increase the funds for education as well as family planning. We won't make any changes to the pensions. Ninety-nine percent of our produce will be coming from an organic farm. Apart from that, at present, we outsource our clothing and medicine. I suggest w
Stella smiled slightly. "It seems that working at the hospital has put a lot of pressure on you. I understand you feel ashamed and that you have no standing in the workforce there. You don't have any other skillsets, yet you would feel bored just staying at home taking care of your child. The best thing to do is to come back to my place. Plus, you will get to see Elvis more. If everything goes well, you can also bring Starry over during the day right?" Having been exposed by Stella, Anthea felt even more humiliated. However, when she thought about it again, she recalled that Stella was an expert psychologist. It was only natural that she couldn't conceal her true intentions from Stella's observations, so she might as well just come clean. "That's what I think. Madam Shine often goes on business trips, and you are busy with work. Needless to say, the Chief is even busier. At least I could do some cooking and cleaning around here." "Okay, just stay then. Bring Starry over. On
Eli walked in absent-mindedly and looked at Sean, who was sitting in his chair. After three years, he had gone from having nothing to being on top of his game again. His strategies were stronger than before when he had been President. With the blink of an eye, he could destroy a person's life. In the past, no matter how evil Sean had been, Eli wasn't afraid. But, in front of Alastair, her hair stood on end. His methods, abilities, power, and decisiveness made others shudder. Eli took a deep breath and said, "They said you caught Haward." The corners of Sean's mouth curled up, and there was no warmth in his eyes. With ridicule, he said, "Correction, it was the police who caught Haward, not me. Your husband has done many bad things. As his wife, shouldn't you know? He deserves it." "He didn't do any of those things," Eli's eyes were bloodshot. "Trading firearms and dealing drugs are both very serious crimes. Yet you're saying that isn't him
Sean smiled insidiously. "Haward is guilty. He deserves to be punished by the law. I'm just a businessman. I can't save him even if I want to. As for my son, Haward has already been captured, so do you think you could still keep him from me?" "So, why did you bring me here?" Eli narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. The man looked extremely cold and indifferent. "Was I the one that brought you here? Didn't you come here on your own? Or did you think that I would let Haward go as long as you were willing to be with me? Sorry to disappoint, but in my eyes, you're worth less than trash. I have no interest in you whatsoever," Sean said sarcastically. He was arrogant, cocky, and full of swagger. Eli smiled. She didn't have anything else to say. She took a deep breath and said, "I'll leave the child to you then. You don't have to snatch him away from me. I hope that you can let me see Haward." Sean's gaze was ice cold. "Sorry, I can't do that." Eli
Hodge was solemn. He glanced at Eli warily. "Are you being serious?" "I'm kinda proud that such a bigshot like yourself is so scared of me. Of course, I'm being serious. It's bad enough that you're a simpleton. So, why would I lie to you?" Eli looked out of the window with a smile. "Do you see Century Tower over there? It's the tallest building in D Country. If I jump down from that height, I'll die for sure." Hodge examined Eli's face. Eli looked at him flatly. "Give me a chance to see Haward, and you'll have no more worries. It's probably better if you don't tell Sean about it though, in case he questions you. With your power, I have faith that you'll be able to do it." "Are you really planning to jump down from the Century Tower?" Hodge asked suspiciously. "A life worse than death right? Why not die instead? I'll say it for the last time, I'm ready," Eli said calmly. "Then I'll arrange for you to meet Haward tonight. When do you plan to jump?"
Haward felt that her last sentence was a little strange. Was she not planning to see him off when he died? He thought about it more, but it made sense. After all, there was no way Sean would allow her to be there. He didn't want Eli to be upset when she noticed the disappointment in his face. Instead, he smiled widely and finished the wine in his glass. There was a knock on the door. Hodge pushed the door open and came in. He looked at Eli and said, "It's time for you to go." "His blanket is too thin. Could you change it to a thicker one tonight?" Eli asked. Hodge looked at Eli's pleading face and agreed. "I'll get someone to send a thicker one over later." Eli smiled and looked back at Haward, waving her hand. "See you again, Haward." He liked the meaning behind that phrase. "Yes, see you again." Eli turned her back against him and immediately, her tears flowed down like a river. She didn't want Haward to hear her sob, so she quickly wen
Pain. So much pain. Her whole body felt uncomfortable as if it had been shattered into pieces. The pain seemed to emanate from her bones. Could it be that she had ended up in hell instead of heaven? Even breathing hurt. She felt like there was something up her nose. It felt hot. Eli opened her eyes, and there was a white light. The light was very dazzling. She closed her eyes again. So, this was how it felt to die. There was pain all over her body. Could it be that her soul had burned along with her ashes? Or did she accidentally suppress her soul or something? That white light should be the way forward. She struggled to open her eyes again but the light was too bright, so she closed them immediately. "Mr. Yaleman, she is awake. Miss Wayne is awake!" Someone shouted excitedly. Miss Wayne was awake?! Was she not dead? She jumped down from the 101st floor and didn't die. Was she being protected by an angel? She couldn't believe such a
Eli felt that Sean had gone crazy. He had lost all his conscience and sensibility. She sneered, and her gaze sharpened. She looked directly at Sean. "I didn't want to be this petty since I've always lived my life so carelessly. But since you're so hellbent on who owes who, let's count, shall we?" "What?" Sean frowned. "My parents died because of you. My arm and my friends are all gone because of you. Yes, it's true that you've lost your position as President because of me. But you had the power to decide what to do. You may hate me, but what I've done to you is not even a tenth of what you've done to me. I don't see how you have any right to take revenge on me," Eli shouted. "How could you compare all those with what I've lost?" Sean blurted out. "Maybe I can't," Eli was very emotional. "Maybe it's because you are superior while I am just some average plain jane. Now, I have lost everything, while you are still sitting high and mighty on your throne. Isn't
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