"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
"Hello, Waverly, this is the Ministry of External Affairs. I'm sorry, but you still haven't come in for work today and you've applied for quite a handful of leaves. The president of A Country will be visiting our country soon, so our secretary wants you to be here to help out for the welcoming ceremony," the caller informed. Waverly frowned. She was the woman who had cheated on the president of A Country. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to participate in the welcoming ceremony? Was it Joseph or the king who had come up with this? What were their intentions? "I have something to do in the morning, so can I come over in the afternoon?" Waverly asked. "Sure, then I'll see you in the afternoon," the caller said before hanging up. As she was still pondering about the motives behind the call, her phone rang once again. When she saw that it was Bellamy who was requesting for a video call, she answered immediately. "Waverly!" Bellamy called
"Madam, you look stunning," Hayley cooed. "There's always someone out there who's prettier than I am. I'm just average," Waverly said. Then, she walked into a perfume store and bought a jasmine and bamboo scent infused perfume. The jasmine smelled sweet, while the bamboo gave off a musky scent. The jasmine was pleasant to the nose, uplifting one's mood. Whereas the bamboo's muskiness could help one calm down. Apart from that, she also bought a few formal suits. To match with her straight, dark hair, she chose to wear a peach suit. She had never worn this kind of suit before. Looking at her reflection, she thought she looked 36 years old instead of 26. She had never felt so young before. By the time she was done shopping, it was already one in the afternoon. "Hayley, let's find something to eat. I need to head over to the Ministry of External Affairs later," Waverly said. "Okay, but if you're in a rush, we can head over t
Waverly ignored her and walked toward the first conference room. She saw that there were already a few people waiting inside. She knocked on the door of the room. "Come in," a sweet voice said. Waverly pushed the door open and stepped in. There were two women and three men inside. One of the women looked at Waverly with a smile and introduced herself respectfully, "I'm Sasa. This is Yasmine Filthy, who's in charge of diplomatic affairs." The name 'Yasmine Filthy' suddenly flashed across her mind. Subconsciously, Waverly's eyes turned towards Yasmine. This woman was Joseph's fiancée and Madam Lenny's daughter. Her makeup was exquisite and she gave off an elegant and serene air. Her entire outfit from head to toe consisted of designer brands. She felt as mature as any grown woman, yet as youthful and cocky as a young girl. Her cold eyes swept across Waverly's face as she said rudely, "All of us had to wait just for you. Don't take your own
"How dare you offend your superior!" Yasmine was furious. Waverly maintained the smile on her face, "If I'm your subordinate, then may I ask, who are your superiors?" "The country and our citizens." "So, in your eyes, the king is not your leader? Is he not above you?" Waverly shot back. It was then that Yasmine realized that she had fallen into Waverly's trap. If she said yes, that would mean her disobeying Mr. Harington's order was her offending her superiors. If she said 'no' and her actions reached the king, she would be committing treason. "You're sharp-tongued, I'll give you that. Of course, you'd be the best at playing tricks." Yasmine said sarcastically. "I'm not playing tricks. If I were any good at that, I would still be with the President. As for being sharp-tongued, shouldn't someone working in the Ministry of External Affairs possess such a trait?" Waverly said graciously. Yasmine was so furious that she grabbed a pen of
Madam Lenny observed Waverly, "Actually, I've heard about you. I've also seen your interviews on TV. If Yasmine was half as outstanding as you, I'd be relieved." "Miss Filthy is innately domineering. That quality of hers isn't something that anybody can learn. It takes deterrence to be a leader. She also takes responsibility for her actions. She will have marvelous achievements in the future," Waverly said with a smile. "You're quite generous and you're able to handle things with ease. You have a lot of merits that others don't have. You're also quite reasonable when you solve things. There's an upcoming exam for diplomats this May. You should sign up. If you pass the exam, you can work for me from then on," Madam Lenny said. "It would be my pleasure to be able to learn from you." "The feeling is mutual. You can leave now. Be sure to help Yasmine out in the near future." "Okay," Waverly nodded and said softly. "Then, I'll take my leave." Madam