"Joseph Mcccarthy, put me down this instant!" Waverly squirmed in his arms. "Are you sure you want me to put you down?" He gave her a look. His words left a bad taste in her mouth. It felt as if the consequences would be worse if he put her down. He wouldn't want her right away, would he... She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. He raised his eyebrows, walked into the room, and put her on the bed. Immediately, she got up and walked towards the door. He calmly turned on the TV and reminded faintly, "If you open this door, I don't mind doing it outside. Everyone here is under me anyway, and they would turn away if they knew it wasn't right for them to watch. The floor outside isn't that shabby either." She stopped and took a deep breath. She looked back at him and scolded, "Aren't you afraid of going to hell?" He slowly turned toward her with a sneer. The corners of his mouth grew into a smirk as he declared confidently, "I am Hell. B
On the other hand, Joseph was elated. Rubbing his face on her hair, his lips soon found their way to her earlobes. As he nibbled onto them, Waverly found it ticklish and annoying. Furious, she lashed out at him. "Are you not done?!" "Didn't it feel good earlier? Are you throwing a temper after you've enjoyed yourself?" Hi lips curled up as he mentioned this cunningly. She shoved him away. "Can't you see the time? It's getting late." It was indeed very late at night, but he was in a good mood. Closing the door to the room, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. "You may sleep. I won't do anything to you." Staring into the dark, she couldn't sleep despite how tired she felt. She managed to get him to stay behind, but she didn't get any evidence of his actions. Moreover, she was completely under his control and didn't get anything useful. She had to think of a way to prevent him from touching her. At the moment, the only pe
After returning to M Country, Joseph had told her about a lot of things. He was the one who told her about how her mother had been murdered by Melinda, that Hayley was Bellamy's subordinate, and so on. Everything she heard was from him, and if he hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known. Following him out of the door, she was greeted by the table filled with food. Waverly took a seat and buried her head in the food. Leaning his head against his hand, he observed her thoughtfully, as if he was waiting for her to finish eating. She didn't push him to tell her the news immediately. When he mentioned that he was going to tell her something, he would definitely keep his word. There was no need for her to rush him. Ten minutes later, she was done eating. Putting down the fork, she turned to him and asked, "What was it you wanted to say?" "Bellamy is coming back," he answered. She fixed her eyes on him as a million thoughts rushed through
"Well, then I won't try to lose any more weight. It's tiring anyway. Alright, see you then," Waverly excused herself. "Bye," Bellamy replied, waiting for her to hang up. On the other side, she also felt reluctant to hang up. Doing the same, she was waiting for him to hang up. Seeing that he still didn't, she was afraid that he would ask more questions, which would make her feel more guilty. Finally, she pressed the red button on the screen. After hanging up, the bright facade that she had on faded away. When she stepped outside the room, Hayley was waiting for her by the door. It looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought. "What is it? Just say it, it's fine. If it makes you feel uncomfortable on the inside, it's going to spill out in the future anyway," Waverly advised her calmly as she stepped outside. "Madam, I don't think lying to the President is a good thing. You're obviously not happy," Hayley commented worrie
"Of course, you have the power to do so. I mean, you could even appoint me as the head of the finance department, but this will only invoke resentment towards you. Sooner or later, all that resentment will explode. Even if they look like they respect you on the outside, in reality, they're just suppressing their disgust. Someone is going to slide in and take advantage of that." "What advantage? Are they going to take over my role as the head? Fine by me." Thomson sat firmly in his seat. "Even if I no longer held the position, I won't die. However, I can't bear the thought that I can't even get one of my own into the company." "Uncle, I understand you're trying to be nice. I will forever remember your kindness towards me, but I've already found a job. I begin next Monday," Waverly responded with a smile. "Are you going to work somewhere else?" He frowned in disappointment. The smile on her face didn't change. "Uncle, are you worried that others will slander me?"
Waverly peeled herself off the ground and staggered to her feet. When they were still beating her up, her whole body felt numb. But at that moment, every single part of her body was in pain. Taking a pill from her bag, she tipped it to Giselle. "Take this. If you don't, Hayley will kill you right away. You won't even live to see tomorrow." "What's this? Poison?" Giselle refused to take it. "Take it!" Hayley snatched the pill from Waverly's hand and stuffed it into Giselle's mouth before clamping it shut with her hands. She tried to spit it out, but Hayley sealed her mouth tightly. Seeing that Hayley was still holding a knife at her neck, the men present didn't dare to behave rashly. A few seconds later, the pill began to dissolve inside her mouth. Giselle had no choice but to swallow it down. When Hayley loosened her hands over her mouth, Giselle still spat out a mouthful of saliva. She couldn't spit out much of the pill, so she asked in fear, "What
The corners of her mouth raised slightly. "I won't die. Trust me, remember what I just told you. Don't let him find out. If you don't want to lie, then just don't report it." "There's no way I can do that. If I don't report it, someone will come and ask me for information immediately," Hayley explained. She looked over towards Joseph's subordinate's direction and thought about something for a moment. Not too long after, she added, "Let her come along. She won't cause any trouble. I promise." "Heh," the man sneered. "If you want to die, then come with me." Hayley helped Waverly walk to the car. She tried to behave normally as if nothing had happened. She did her best to walk as she usually did. However, as she had lost her sight, and her pace didn't match Hayley's, she nearly walked into the car. Thankfully, Hayley pulled her back at the last minute. Frowning slightly, Waverly got into the car and shut her eyes. Well, it was better for her to
His actions angered Waverly. With one tight slap, she smacked him across the face. The loud sound of her palm coming into contact with his face reverberated in the car. Although she couldn't see anything, she knew that she had hit him in the face. The atmosphere suddenly turned dead silent. There was only the sound of heavy breathing in the air. It felt like there was something devilish being held back. The longer Joseph remained silent, the more she felt her heart freeze. It was as if she could feel an eerie, cool breeze blowing against her back. She would rather be beaten and scolded than face the unknown. All kinds of bad thoughts were running through her mind, colliding with one another. Even when she arrived at the hospital, she didn't hear a word from him. Someone sat her in a wheelchair. Besides the person standing beside her, she could hear footsteps around, but no one uttered a word to her. After a thorough check-up, she was s