"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
Bellamy reminded Waverly, "Drop me a message when you land in M Country. Also, your aunt will definitely not let you go. Remember to record your exchange. She'll soon marry Beckham, but if you have the video in possession, she will think twice before messing with you. That way, you'll be able to protect yourself." Sensing his concerns, Waverly's eyes turned slightly red. "Bell, if, say..." Her mind was spinning. She wanted to know if she had shown up first before Stella came into the picture, would he like her instead? On second thought, if she had appeared before Stella, she would still be at a tender age of 14 to 15, give or take. There would be no reason for Bellamy to like her. He would most likely only regard her as a little girl. Just like right now, all of his attention was poured on Stella. Even though he treated Waverly as well as he would a younger sister, but that was just it, a younger sister. There was no point in asking any hypothetical que
Waverly looked at the expressionless faces of the men in black. She couldn't tell who had sent them. From the moment she set foot on the land of M Country, her battle had begun rolling. "Do I have the right to refuse?" Waverly retorted. "No," the men in black replied bluntly. Waverly shrugged. "Let's go then." She got into the car where the men in black came from. They took her luggage, as if they were afraid that she would run away. Sandwiching her were two men. Couldn't be bothered to resist, she shut her eyes to take a nap. Half an hour later, the car stopped. Waverly opened her eyes to see the car stopping at a large gate for inspection. This place wasn't the Mccarthys'. Given how heavily guarded it was, it should be Joseph's new residence. After a while, the car drove in and pulled up in front of a villa. The men in black opened the car door. Waverly got out of the car. The men in black knocked on the door res
Waverly dodged. She freed herself from Joseph's arms, took a step forward, and squinted at him. "I'll take up the offer if you choose to marry me now. But as for becoming your mistress, I'll have to think for three months. So, I'm not your woman as of yet." Joseph looked at her oddly. He took a deep breath and said, "Three months is too long." "How about half a year then? I'll get back to you in half a year," Waverly said mischievously and walked towards the door. Joseph's men in black stood in her way, refusing to let her go. Waverly whirled around to look at Joseph. "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. You know me very well, don't you?" "Three months it is, I'll wait for your reply," Joseph said. Waverly nodded. "Please get your men out of my way." "I'll take you back to the Mccarthys myself," Joseph said. "Finish your dinner first." Waverly smiled, laced her hands behind her back, and ambled towards the dining table. "