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
Reuben smiled and looked at Eli's broken arm. "I see you all the time to be honest. You're very unique. You never cry or look sad. You still manage to be high spirited in such a situation. That's great." Eli looked at her missing arm and took a deep breath. "If it was the old me, I would have drowned myself in tears. When I was younger and I accidentally got a cut on my finger, I cried for hours. But as I grew older, I realised that crying was pointless. If something has happened, it's happened. Crying won't change anything." "I've read about an artificial limb that is capable of sending nerve impulses to the brain. It looks exactly like a real arm too. It'll be a little troublesome at first, but it'll be very useful once you get used to it. I have a friend who works in the research center. I can ask him to get you one," Reuben suggested. Eli shook her head with a smile. "Let me tell you, I'm dumb and I forget things easily. I've forgotten the pain now that my wound h
Oddly, she didn't feel sad at all. Her heart was so calm that even she found it surprising. Perhaps, she had already expected this scene today, so she felt nothing when it happened. She looked at Reuben, who was also looking at her. "If we see them, we should avoid them, right?" Eli asked calmly. "Yes, try not to wander about in front of them unless there is a special need to. I have already allocated people to serve by their side. The kitchen has also prepared the ingredients for today. It's October, so the crabs will have eggs. Before they eat, we have to go make sure that everything is in order. " Eli nodded and said, "Then, what do we eat for lunch? I haven't eaten crabs for a long time. I kind of miss eating them. A Country has delicious crabs, especially those from the lake. They are very fresh." Reuben smiled. "I've prepared six for them. The crabs will go to waste if they can't finish them. I can give them to you instead." "Reuben, you'
She, too, wanted to leave. However, Sean would definitely take his revenge on Stella if she died or disappeared. "Actually, his life lies in my hands. I would like to see how he plans to torture and anger me," Eli looked at her missing arm and said, "I might be willing to make just about any mistake." "Mm? You sound amazing," Reuben continued after her. Eli smiled. She felt that she was pretty amazing too. She punched Reuben lightly on his shoulder. Reuben quickened his steps and his face turned even redder. ...... Sean's car was in the front, while Eli and Reuben followed in a car behind them. Reuben instructed Eli on what to do. Eli memorized all her duties and the things she needed to pay more attention to. "I will be nearby." Reuben repeated. Eli's eyes curved into a smile. "You're younger than me. Let me count, you're younger by about six to seven years. Why are you acting like an old man?" "You look like a gi
"How does it feel?" "Excuse me, your grapefruit juice is ready," the waiter interrupted. "It's quite a relaxing experience. Your whole body is floating in the air, kind of like you're flying. Your back goes numb. It doesn't hurt and then you feel nothing," Eli explained. "Doesn't sound convincing to me. You'd better hurry and bring the grapefruit juice over," Reuben reminded. "What's the hurry? They're busy flirting with each other anyway. My presence there is like a third wheel. It'd be so wasteful if I were to serve it and they only drink one cup of the juice. Who knows? Maybe they sent me away on purpose," Eli said leisurely. She lifted her cup casually and took a sip of the juice... She realized what she had done. She looked at Reuben and said to the waiter awkwardly, "Sorry, could I trouble you for another cup of juice?" Reuben was amused by Eli's words. He was in no hurry to urge her to leave. However, Sean was in a hurry. He checke
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