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
Waverly turned to face the direction in which the voice came from, feeling very shaken. Although she couldn't see anything, her head was spinning. It didn't take much for her to know that Joseph was a man capable of his word. Even so, she couldn't let him see her sadness or terror on her face. If he did, he'd do something even more absurd. "Well, if you were going to do anything, it would've been part of your plan either way, right?" Gathering her emotions, she did her best to reply to him calmly. He sat down beside her. She could smell the scent of blood coming from his body. He didn't answer her. Instead, he left her hanging, which was the worst sort of torture. Powerful detectives often used this method. They would first lock the accused into a jail cell for 24 hours, not saying a word to them. That way, the person would just drown in his own thoughts. Unconsciously, a person's mind would wander into the worst-case scenario. All the bad tho
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Hayley was finally done picking the flowers. When she saw Lina staring at Waverly arrogantly, she immediately went full-on protective mode. "This is my master's territory, not yours. I can come whenever I want. It's none of your business how long I wish to stay here. Hmph!" Lina made a face and left the room. "Madam, did she hurt you?" Hayley asked worriedly. Waverly smiled and shook her head, "If Joseph wanted to kill me, it would be as simple as killing an ant. Since he wants to treat my sight, I won't be in danger for the time being. The flowers smell so fragrant. How many stalks did you pick?" Hayley flashed her a simple and honest smile, "There's not much. I just got enough for one vase." She handed the vase to Waverly and it sunk in her palms. Waverly lowered her head and took a whiff, "It smells good. By the way, how's the puppy? We haven't been back for so many days, so it must be starving." "I don't