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. "
Joseph put down his hand. Waverly heard a bang and looked out of the window, apprehension written all over her face. The motorcyclist was lying on the ground. She tensed up at once, a murderous intent shooting across her eyes. However, it was only for a split second before she regained her composure. Bellamy taught her that the more unsettled she was, the more alert she should be. That way, her rationality would emerge to the surface of her mind, ensuring that she wouldn't make a mistake. After five years, Joseph was more scheming than she had imagined, his tricks far beyond her expectations. If she made even the slightest misstep in front of him, perhaps she would be the one dead now. She pretended that she hadn't seen the incident outside the window and continued to keep her eyes shut, appearing aloof and indifferent. Joseph didn't expose her either. He held her hands and slipped the ring on his little finger onto her middle finger.
"Waverly, what are you talking about? Apologize to your Aunt Qianna at once," Waverly's mother, Melinda Mccarthy, said sternly. A thorn pricked Waverly's heart. She looked at her mother. "As soon as I entered the door, Aunt Qianna couldn't be bothered to show a shred of politeness towards me. Mum, why don't you get her to apologize to me then? If I may ask, what I did wrong that an apology is warranted?" "I thought that you could put aside your feisty temper after becoming the President's wife for a few years. I didn't expect you to still be so stubborn. Since she's your aunt, she's your elder too. It's only right for her to put you in your place," Melinda said seriously. Waverly raised the corners of her mouth, despondence clouding in her eyes. She said, "In my defense, I've been Mrs. President for a few years, only to find out my mum isn't like other mothers. You're barely like a mum to me. Do mums ever hurt their own children? Even mammals care about their babies.
"I need a strong girl by my side. Find one with an untarnished reputation for me, even better if she has never appeared in public before. I'll arrange for her to be my sidekick. Of course, she may also report my situation to you from time to time. After all, this is part of our cooperation, it just shows how sincere I am," Waverly said. "OK, I'm on it," Bobe said. "When do you want her?" "Tonight. I'll go over to the Chalton Building to shop for some clothes right now. Ask her to wait for me there," Waverly ordered. "Okay, we'll be in touch later." Bobe hung up the phone. Waverly put away her phone, headed outside, and hailed a taxi, bound for the Chalton Building. The moment she arrived at the entrance, the girl she had asked Bobe to look for also showed up. Waverly sized the girl in front of her. Her hair was braided and she was wearing a camouflage uniform, her face upset. As for her facial features, nothing too remarkable. "What's your nam
"You don't have to." Waverly swiveled around and settled herself on the sofa. She fetched a glass of cocktail from the table, sipping it slowly, her nonchalant gaze sweeping over the people present. As the saying went, birds of a feather flock together, and these people were living proof. What kind of person was Qianna, and what kind of people did she befriend? Only pretentious divas, if not hooligans, disguised as gentlemen, would be revolving around her. "Aunt Sophia, come up with a way to give her a piece of my mind. She's getting on my nerves," Qianna spat out, locking eyes with Waverly. "Don't worry, Miss Qianna. I've already arranged something. You can wait for a good show later," Sophia said confidently, glancing at the corner of the room and winking at it. Two girls came out of the corner, dressed to the nines. One of them was Candy, with a pair of long tassel earrings dangling from her ears, while the other, June, wore large round earrings, a rose