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
His gaze was cold and chilling, but there was no vengeance nor anger in it. Waverly was unable to figure his expression out nor had she ever successfully done so. Suddenly, Joseph sat up and got off the bed, heading for the door. His back gave off the impression that he was lonely, all alone. The doctors gave each other looks and left with him. Only Waverly and Hayley remained inside the room. Hayley immediately came over and sat herself next to Waverly, "Madam, are you okay? That man is a demon. We won't be imprisoned here forever, will we?" Just as she finished speaking— Joshua came in and said with a blank face, "Madam, Mr. Mccarthy has asked me to send you home." They were in the car. Joshua looked at Waverly through the mirror and asked, "Do you know why Mr. Mccarthy got beaten up that badly?" Waverly just looked at Joshua calmly, not answering. "He wanted to kill you, but Mr. Mccarthy objected. Then, he made
"When I was young, I used to get asked this really immature question, which was whether I would rather marry someone I love, or someone who loves me. Although it sounded ridiculous, I had given it a lot of thought. If you marry the one you love, then you might be at a loss because the other party doesn't reciprocate your feelings. If you marry the one who loves you, then you'd be pampered like a princess. However, your heart would feel completely desolate and you'd also feel bad for him. If I married the one I love, at least I wouldn't have any regrets," Waverly relayed. "Madam, I don't quite understand where you're getting at," Hayley scratched her head, feeling puzzled. Waverly smiled slightly, "I just want to give it all in a relationship, but I don't seek for my feelings to be reciprocated. That way, I won't be at a loss and I won't feel upset." However, her words failed to comfort Hayley. In the future, when the President was to marry someone else, Waverly wou
"You're behaving irrationally because you've been provoked. You should know that better than anyone else. You've gone rogue now. Even if you can't relax, you should still act according to our plan. I've told you, as long as you and Waverly receive support from the public, there's a chance of the both of you reconciling. If you go over there now, the chances of you two getting back together will become negative. If you die, how will you protect her? Are you going to come back to her as a ghost?" Stella raised her voice at him. "I can't just sit back and watch while she's in danger. You don't know how much of a hellhole the Mccarthy family's place is. She's only twenty-six, and she should be at the peak of her life! She shouldn't be imprisoned in a dangerous place like that. The thing she fears the most is loneliness. I can't let her continue to stay there, so I have to convince her to leave," retorted Bellamy as he grew even more aggravated. "That's why we have to plan thing
"No, Madam. I'm still underage and I don't have a driver's license," Hayley said apologetically. "Give me some time then," Waverly whispered softly. The longer Hayley watched Waverly's behavior, the more worried she became. Thus, she asked, "Did something happen to the President?" Waverly shook her head, "Hayley, I don't want to talk about it first. Just let me rest for a while." Hayley remained at her seat, looking at Waverly blankly. Waverly started breathing lightly, as one does while asleep. Truthfully, she wasn't actually asleep. She just wanted to leave her mind blank so that she could calm down. She kept inhaling and exhaling, alternating between both actions. "Woof!" The puppy in her arms barked, pulling her back to the present. Waverly opened her eyes to look at it and she could see its features clearly. Her eyes had just recovered. She knew it wasn't sensible of her to work herself up this much. She patted the dog an
"It's not like you're going to marry me, anyway. I'm already twenty-six years old this year, and I can't spend the rest of my life as a spinster, can I? I have to take the opportunity to find a suitable candidate while I'm still young. If I wait any longer, no one will want me," Waverly said with a sneer. Joseph stared at her and asked, "Do you really want me to marry you?" "Of course I do. I even remember telling you this before I came back," Waverly provoked him even further. "I'll marry you then," he said those three words in a matter-of-fact manner, making it clear that he wasn't joking. Waverly paused and felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at Joseph in surprise, trying to decipher how he truly felt, but she still failed. His eyes were like the abyss, nothing behind them. "You're not going to marry Madam Lenny's daughter already?" Waverly asked suspiciously. "I will, but I can get a divorce after that. Just give me ten years." Joseph sa
Upon hearing his words, she refused to believe that Joseph would actually tell her about his plans. He was an incredibly strategic and ambitious man. If he were to tell her about his schemes, it was probably part of his plan and she was a pawn in it. Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, Joseph could not help smiling, "I am a man of my word. Otherwise, Bellamy would definitely die if he came to M Country this time!" "You wouldn't kill him out in the open. He's here for an interview anyways," Waverly tried to get him to reveal his plans. "Who is he interviewing?" Turning the tap, Joseph ran his fingers through the water to feel its temperature. He spoke languidly, "It must be the current king. If the president of A Country dies in M Country, the people of A Country would dethrone the current king. If he loses his power, that would be my opportunity to step in." After saying so, his eyes fell on Waverly's face. They sparkled like the ocean, radiating colors, co
After removing her clothes, she stepped into the bathtub. Laying down, she shut her eyes. Although the water that enveloped her entire body was warm, she failed to feel its temperature on the inside. After laying in there for ten minutes, she got up from the bathtub. She didn't want to get any wrinkles from soaking in the water for too long. Stepping out of the bathtub, she wiped herself dry and changed into a pair of new clothes. Pushing the window open, a gust of cold air blew in. It was as if the cool wind cleared up her thoughts. People had their own obsessions, just like gamblers did. Once one thinks that since they've lost so much already, giving up would mean that they were admitting defeat. Therefore, they wanted to put all their hopes into the next round instead, and sink deeper and deeper into the spiral. Theoretically, everyone knew that the world did not work like that, but it was impossible for a person who had already lost so much to ju
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