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
"First, you're a part of the family. Since you want to live in the lakeside courtyard, I can't stop you, so I agreed to let you live here. Second, I came back from some shopping long after you got your party rolling. You didn't ask me if you could have a party. And if your personality is an indication of anything, you won't. Third, I didn't join your party. You got in my way as soon as I came back. You didn't even let me return to my room, and the things I bought are still lying on the sofa. Last but not least, I couldn't be sure if it was you who asked the two girls to pour the cocktails on me. But they are your friends, Aunt Qianna, and did you ask them anything when they poured their drinks all over me? No, you just helped them so they could scurry away," Waverly enumerated. Each and every word of hers was firm and convincing. Qianna's face turned red, fuming from embarrassment. "Y-you, you're accusing me for something I did not do, and you're uttering comple
She stopped and looked back. The two men wearing white masks were wearing large black raincoats. It was hard to tell what they looked like. "If I die here in the Mccarthy family, what do you think people will say?" Waverly knew what was coming, so she warned harshly. "We could just say that you, Miss Martell, couldn't stand the humiliation after returning, and you eventually took your own life. I think that this will save the Mccarthys from embarrassment," the masked man said coldly. Waverly stared at them. Bellamy had taught her some self-defense skills. She was still confident if she was up against one person. However, it was a little difficult if she was going against two. She didn't expect that they would be so flagrant to attack her when she was alone. It was too late for any regret. All that was to do was to give them all she got. "I'm going to die, anyway. Why don't you let me die with the truth? Who sent you? Was it Qianna?" Waverly ask