"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
A wave rippled across Joseph's eyes, and the expression on his face shifted. "Jealous?" He muttered and frowned, as if he couldn't believe her words. Still with her head on the ground, Lina continued to say, "You're such a handsome and successful man; every girl in M Country desires you. I'm sure Miss Martell will realize it soon enough." "Then, between me and the president of A Country, Bellamy, who is more successful? Who is more handsome? If you answer correctly, you'll be awarded handsomely before you leave. If you don't, I'll use your ashes as fertilizer," he said coldly. She gulped a mouthful of saliva. Licking her lips, she proceeded to answer nervously, "In terms of looks, you're on par with the President. Both of you are good looking at first glance. However, you're much younger than the president. When the President was your age, he was nothing! Moreover, he didn't even achieve half of what you did. Thus, in my opinion, you're far more successful than
Waverly turned away, "I don't think so." "Now, you can try to turn on the lights," the doctor announced. "Okay," Joseph waved his hand to instruct his men to switch on the light. The subordinate flipped the switch on obediently. All of a sudden, light shot through every corner of her eyes. Someone blew out the candle in the room. Only then did she notice that the curtains were closed. She could also see the streaks of blood on Joseph's clothes and the blood stains on the bedsheet. "You really lack self-control," she said sarcastically. "Why should I restrain myself?" Joseph took a seat and propped his legs on the table. He continued to speak in a laid-back manner, "Restraint is reserved for those who are trying to succeed. I, on the other hand, have already succeeded." "Don't get ahead of yourself before you actually get there," she said bluntly. He looked at her coldly as the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile, "Isn't
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t