"Hello, Mr. Yaleman. It's Beckham. I'm currently in D Country. Will I get a chance to meet you?" Beckham asked politely. Sean knew who Beckham was. Beckham became the successor of the Yaleman family after he stepped down. Beckham, too, lived up to their expectations. He managed to establish his grounds in just one year, and it only took him four years to consolidate and strengthen his power. Now, he had become the youngest deputy president in history and was one of Bellamy's strongest competitors. "I'll send you the address later. See you in an hour," Sean said. He knew exactly what Beckham wanted to say to him. The reason why he was meeting him was just to confirm his speculations. He placed Eli on the bed and ordered his most trusted subordinates to protect her before he went out. He met Beckham an hour later. Beckham wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a brown windbreaker. Inside, he wore a black suit with a white shirt on. He seem
Eli knocked Sean on his head mercilessly and said, "Are you crazy? I still need you to take care of me since I don't have an arm. How do you expect me to take care of you when you have lost an arm too? I will not be able to carry you. If you break your arm, I will break my neck. Let's see who is more ruthless." "Eli," Sean called her name helplessly. "Sean, it doesn't do any good to me if you lose an arm. Don't be silly, okay? I'll be sad and unhappy if you broke your arm. Do you want me to be unhappy?" Eli said persuasively. "I know that you're upset." "Sean, it'll just take another half a month. We'll be separated after that. Don't think of those unpleasant thoughts. We should do our best to be happy, right?" Eli said with a smile. Sean nodded and said, "I have asked them to prepare a crab feast for lunch. You can eat two of them." "Wow, that's great," Eli jumped up for joy. "But I'll have to trouble you to peel them for me. See, you could only pee
Eli went back to the room and saw Sean looking through his phone. When he saw her return, he put his phone away and said, "Dinner is ready." "Crabs, crabs! I've loved eating crabs since I was a child," Eli laughed and said cheerily. Sean smiled affectionately and said, "Why do I remember that you loved eating meat the most when you were a child?" "That's because crabs are seasonal. I'll only eat meat when there are no crabs," Eli explained and sat down at the table. The chef brought two crabs and their condiments to the table, as well as some kitchen tools. "Wow, I'm digging in," Eli took the scissors and cut off the crab's leg. She could not continue as she only had one arm. Sean peeled the crab's leg, dipped it with sauce, and handed it to her. Eli took a bite without any hesitation. Reuben approached them shortly after with a slight frown. He took the initiative to come forward and asked with a nod, "Mr. Yaleman, do you need help
"What? Which Mr. Yeager?" Sean frowned as he sat up from the bed. "Brock Yeager," one of Brock's men reported. Sean was stunned. After regaining his calmness, he asked cautiously, "How did he die?" "He died from a heart attack at 1 a.m. He has already stopped breathing when he was sent to the hospital. The doctor couldn't save him," Brock's subordinate reported. "Okay, I understand. Send me the address and I'll come over now," Sean said in a deep voice and hung up the phone. Eli did not feel like sleeping anymore. She asked, "Who died?" "Brock," Sean replied as he put on his clothes. "Did you kill him?" Eli asked. "No, I didn't. I was told that he died of a heart attack. I have to go to the hospital now. You should rest at home, don't wait up for me," Sean insisted. Eli nodded and watched as Sean left the room. She heard the sound of the car leaving. Brock's death was too sudden. She lay in bed for a while but could not
Eli shook her head and replied, "I don't want to do anything, and it's not as though I could do anything either." "You don't need to do anything. You have me. Just wait for me, okay?" Sean murmured. His gaze sunk, as though his soul was looming in the darkness. He did not ask Eli to go to bed, for he knew that she could not fall asleep. Instead, he closed his eyes. Noticing that his eyes were shut, Eli closed hers too. After tossing and turning for hours, she finally fell asleep. She had a dream. Hodge had kidnapped her and made Sean his puppet. She did not want Sean to be manipulated by Hodge. Therefore, she tried to kill herself to free him of the misery. She bit her tongue, but she did not die. She tried hitting her head against the wall, but it was soft and it seemed to be emanating warmth. She looked up and saw Sean. She realized that she was holding a knife in her hand. With a pull, she stabbed the knife through her heart and finally d
"Thank you, Mr. Yaleman," Reuben lifted his head and looked at Eli. Eli smiled happily, her eyes shaped into crescent moons. She held Sean's arm and said, "Come on, let's go. I've never been to Paris." She looked at these foreigners as well as their babies curiously. Their babies were very beautiful. They had fair skin, big eyes, and blond hair. They looked just like a doll. She even wanted to adopt a baby like this. Someone came to pick them up as soon as they were out of the airport. Eli was about to get into the car when she heard a gunshot. A bullet was fired and it hit the car door. Panic flashed across Sean's eyes as he shouted, "Get down." Eli lay on the ground in confusion, and Sean was laying on top of her, hovering protectively over her. Outside, gunshots could be heard, loud and clear. Eli's heart tightened as he looked at Sean, scanning his expression. Didn't he say that they came to Paris to relax? However, i
"Without any concrete evidence, there will only be suspicion. You feel guilty because you feel uneasy. You should keep your head low and prevent Sean from noticing anything out of the ordinary. Otherwise, not only would he be suspicious, but he would also start to suspect you. You should be prepared to retreat unscathed. After all, you have done so much for Sean," Reuben said solemnly. "I understand. I believe that you would have earned Sean's trust this time since you saved Eli from the bullet. With his trust, everything will be easier in the future. Alright, that's all for now, I'll hang up," Hodge said. Reuben lay on the bed and turned off his phone. Closing his eyes, he thought of Eli's smile, as well as her care for him. It was all worth it. Eli was taken back to A Country. Stella came running out of the waiting room when she arrived at the airport's military base. Eli was elated to see Stella. She immediately rushed over and hugged her. Stella had p
"What happened?" Stella asked with vigilance. "Weldon was murdered last night. Someone saw Natasha running out of his room in a state of panic," Jasper explained. "What did Natasha say?" "She's missing now, and no one knows her whereabouts," Jasper replied. "Bellamy called, hoping that you would help the Mccarthy family with the investigation. What do you think?" "Tell them that I studied psychology. The first thing they need to do now is to find Natasha. I will go over when they find her," Stella said. She looked back and saw Eli standing blankly behind her, deep in thought. "Eli, let's eat first," Stella said as she grabbed hold of Eli's hand. "Stella, what if Natasha was really the one who killed Weldon? What will happen then?" Eli was confused, "The Griswell family is dependent on the Mccarthy family. If Natasha kills Weldon, the two families will definitely become enemies. As the Griswell family has offended the Harington family before, I
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