Waverly nodded, pushing away the thought. From the drawer, she fetched an envelope with the bonus and handed it to Marie. "Happy New Year, Marie." "Mrs. President, Happy New Year to you too." Marie accepted the envelope from Waverly's hand. "Have you taken your breakfast?" Waverly inquired. "Yes, I have." "Have some fried fritters. We happened to make too much in the morning." Waverly treated her with politeness. "Thank you." "Speaking of which, there is also soup in the pot. Bellamy and I have already eaten. We're going on a trip today and might only come back on the 8th. There are two dogs outside. I may have to trouble you to feed them," Waverly explained. "Okay, that won't be a problem." "Also, there are two boxes of clothes and a box of shoes in my room. I have no need for them anymore. If any of your relatives need them, you're welcome to give it to them," Waverly said. "Yes, yes. Thank you, Mrs. President. They would be more
"Bell, let's watch a movie," Waverly whispered, tilting her head as she leaned on his shoulder. Life had been very bad for the female lead of the movie after losing her brother. She was diagnosed with leukemia, stuck with a disappointing brother and a penniless mother. Even her job was next to awful. Just like that, the heroine and her brother crossed paths again. She held his back while crouching down to cry in front of him. When Waverly saw this, her eyes turned bloodshot. Thinking of herself, she burst into tears watching the TV screen. "Idiot, it's just a movie. It's all made-up. Why are you crying?" Bellamy took out some tissue to wipe off her tears. Waverly's tears were still gushing out. She explained, "When I was a kid, there was this show I liked to watch. When the main character died in the show, I cried for the longest time ever. Only when he was revived later on that I felt better." "Well, you're still a kid now. It's alright for pe
All of a sudden, a cloak of awkwardness hung heavy in the atmosphere. Waverly, too, felt very uncomfortable. "I'll put on some clothes. You should wait outside." "Mm." Bellamy took a step back and closed the door for her. The earlier spectacle flashed across his mind, making him a little frustrated. He walked to the table, poured a large glass of cold water, and downed it. Waverly went out once she had some clothes on. Bellamy looked back at her and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. He handed her the sunglasses in his hand and said, "It's still early. Let's go out for a walk." "Bell, I just had a look at the video. Actually, we just need to officially prove that I'm not in the one in the video," Waverly explained. "Alright, but let's put this matter away first. We're on holiday, so we should have our share of fun as much as we want. It's still a little cold outside, not as warm as we had expected. You should wear a long dress instead before going
"The truth isn't important. What's important is being able to pull strings from behind the scenes. It's been five years. I, too, want to witness Bellamy's strength. In the time to come, there'll be a bloodless war. However, no matter who wins or loses, in my eyes, they're just fish in the sea, while I'm the fisherman," Sean explained calmly. "I understand," Reuben said, nodding his head. "Tomorrow, you'll go to Eli's. You're like a brother to her and me. Please take good care of her. Remember to keep an eye out on any man who buzzes around her. I could only blame her for being such a magnetic woman," Sean said helplessly. Reuben cast Sean a strange look. He lowered his head even more respectfully and promised, "I shall do my best to protect and take good care of Mrs. Yaleman and await your return, Mr. Yaleman." Sean's gaze was very intense. He patted Reuben's shoulders and said, "No point just waiting for me. Remember to squelch whatever potential romantic inter
"I've sorted out all of the photos. I'll send them to you later. All the photos of our wedding are with you, right? Send them to me later," Waverly said softly. "Got it, I'll send everything to you. You may have to burn the midnight oil tonight," Bellamy said worriedly. "Don't worry about it. I wanted to do it anyway. But is the money from Student's Giggles enough for you?" Waverly said anxiously. "Stella called me three hours ago. They've prepared 500 million dollars for me. If that's not enough, they'll transfer some money to me again," Bellamy explained. Waverly felt guilty. She had been arguing with Stella that night during New Year's Eve. Yet, at this critical moment, Stella helped her without hesitation. "She's really perfect," Waverly said sincerely, "You have good taste." Bellamy stared at Waverly, not denying her words. He had a good taste all along. For example, he had been attracted to Stella and he had once fallen in love with her.
Waverly noticed that Bellamy had stopped asking questions. Subconsciously, she looked at the messages on the screen. "Lenold's also doing a live broadcast now. He wants to confront you head-on. He said that the video was real and the people in the video are indeed both of you. The person involved has already confessed and yet you're still denying it!" Waverly felt tense. "Let him. I had dated Lenold once, but that was before I married Bellamy. I've never slept with him." "Who can prove that? Both of you are saying different things," a message read. "I... " Waverly began. "Waverly," Bellamy interrupted Waverly. "Don't be rash." Another message appeared. "What were you trying to say?" Bellamy had also expected that Lenold might speak out. "Just allow him to join the live broadcast, but you must remain calm and think before you act. They're probably setting up a trap for you. Before you answer, you should wait two seconds for me." "I can do
It was him, the person that she loved. However, it was pointless to say that right now. It would be nothing but a burden and extra pressure to him. "I don't want to say it right now. Maybe you'll know in the near future. Or maybe you'll never know, and you don't have to," Waverly choked out. "For him, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation and fall from grace?" Bellamy was furious. "Yes, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I want to go back. I must." Waverly's eyes were bloodshot and she didn't want to speak anymore. She was about to have a mental breakdown. She walked out of the broadcast room and went back to hers, closing the door. Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows, bespeaking unmitigated annoyance. "Mr. President, what should we do now?" Bellamy's subordinate, Quill, asked. Bellamy stared at the computer. Waverly had publicly stated her intention to divorce during the live broadcast. Whatever he did wouldn't have any power to chan
However, it happened a little faster than she had expected. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. President. I'm your divorce lawyer," the lawyer greeted while nodding respectfully. "If you have any demands, feel free to mention them to the lawyer," Bellamy said. Waverly was silent, as if she was lost in her own thoughts. "Waverly?" Bellamy repeated as he took a seat beside Waverly. Waverly came to her senses. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you rest for a while first? We'll go through this tomorrow," Bellamy said worriedly. "Please, no, you have work tomorrow. What good would it do to waste your time. Besides, the citizens are waiting for this. We have to put an end to my affairs first," Waverly said softly and looked at the lawyer. "I don't need a penny from this. I didn't bring over anything in the first place, which is also because of my problems." "I'll give you 50 million dollars. If it's not enough, let me know," Bellamy
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