Waverly took a deep breath, walked over, sat next to him, and informed, "Joseph, I don't want to do it today. I was not happy when I saw you with Yasmine today. I was not happy that you crashed into my car for her. I was also not happy when you said I don't even deserve to carry shoes for her." Joseph looked at her, and there was a slight change in his cold eyes. It was just like an aurora. It constantly changed, and his expression was unclear. After a while, his face softened. "Are you jealous?" "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable," Waverly answered ambiguously. Joseph shifted his gaze as if he was hesitating and doubting her words. Waverly knew that at this moment, it was better not to continue further as she could not afford to deal with the consequences. She also could not let him see that she was waiting for his reply. If something was slightly unusual, Joseph could definitely tell. She tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and clos
Waverly looked out of the window. She did not respond nor refuse him. She did not want to kiss him back, but she also knew that the more she resisted, the crazier Joseph would become. It was also possible for him to want her in the car. Her head hurt. As Joseph realized that she wasn't responding, the initial gentle kiss turned into a wild and overbearing bite. Waverly did not say a word as her heart had already drifted back to Country A's President's Mansion. It was already late in the night, and Waverly wondered if Bellamy had fallen asleep. In the past, if she woke up and noticed that he was not asleep yet, she would bring a pack to his study room and have a quick chat. Although he was shrewd, he would still tell her everything. He would even share with her the strategies and methods he thought of. She felt Bellamy's confidence, tolerance, and assistance towards her. He was gradually trusting her more. How did she find out that she had
"It's not about me wanting it or not. If I disobeyed the king's orders, what would he think of me? He would think that I do not know how to appreciate favors and that I think too highly of myself. The people from the Department of External Affairs will also ostracize me. How am I supposed to go on then?" Waverly argued. "So what? How long do you think Ronaldo can keep his throne for? As for the Department of External Affairs, when you become my queen, you can do whatever you want to them. You don't have to care about them," Joseph reasoned firmly. Arrogant, egoistic, insufferably vain, and full of oneself. Joseph was utterly different from Bellamy. She admired Bellamy's calmness, reservedness, and profoundness more than anything else. However, Waverly's retort was as useless as a glass hammer. To Joseph, she was just as powerless as an ant, unable to ever fight back and escape. There would only be a glimmer of hope for her if she obeyed him. "J
She looked out of the window as the car drove out from the mansion. Joseph stood by the window and watched her car pull away. Yasmine stood behind Joseph and put her arms around him, whining affectionately, "I drove for almost half an hour just to get here from home. I even got up an extra hour earlier than usual. I'm so sleepy now." Joseph turned around and looked at her. He leaned against the windowsill and coaxed, "Next time, I'll go to your place for breakfast so you won't have to rush over." "It will be very hard on you too if you had to come to my place. Why don't I move in? We are getting married this year anyway. I told my mother about this idea yesterday, and she agreed." Yasmine said as she walked towards Joseph and leaned against his chest. Joseph stared at her and asked, "Once we are married, we will have all the time together. I'm just worried that you won't be able to catch your breath because of me." "You're so annoying." Yasmine hit J
"Sorry, I already have plans." Waverly straightforwardly refused. "I won't take no for an answer. Otherwise, something will happen to you." Joseph hinted. After saying that, he hung up the phone, signaling Joshua to drive away. Waverly put her mobile phone aside irritably. Joseph was still fooling around with a few women with ease. He was not worried about the consequences at all. Waverly had planned to look into some company registration's matters and not cook for Joseph, but he definitely wouldn't let her go so easily. She couldn't help but feel annoyed to the bone. He already had Yasmine. Why would he keep pestering her? "Waverly, come to my office," Yasmine shouted. Waverly took a deep breath and walked towards the door with a notebook in her arms. Judie stretched out her leg sneakily, hoping to trip Waverly. Waverly noticed her extended foot but pretended not to see it. She went around it instead. "What a nasty pers
It was not that Waverly didn't remember, but she just didn't believe it at all. Waverly and Joseph were enemies who hated each other. Whenever they were together, she felt like the world was spinning backwards; everything felt wrong. There was no way in hell she was going to wait for him to become the President, and to think that she would have to wait for him and Yasmine to get a divorce too... No, she would not let him be the President. She would do everything she could to stop him. "I remember it now," Waverly answered weakly. "From now on, don't just remember it. Make sure that it's etched into your brain forever. Do you hear me?" Joseph scolded fiercely, and his tone carried with it a threatening nature. "I'm not deaf," Waverly complained. Joseph's gaze turned even more vicious as he locked his gaze onto her. "This is just great. You have yet to put your arrogance away." Joseph turned around and walked upstairs. Waverly held his arm
Waverly realized that it was Qianna. Ever since she made peace with Lenold, she had not made an appearance for a very long time. Waverly was surprised to see her. "What's the matter?" Waverly asked coldly. "Thomson came to me and asked me to introduce someone to you. I'll be holding a banquet at my place tonight. You should come. However, don't flirt with Lenold again. Otherwise, you'd better watch out," Qianna warned. Waverly had already thought it through - the matter of finding a partner. She could only find someone who was from the Harington family. Only then would she have the ability to go against Joseph. The Harington and Mccarthy family didn't get along well with each other. Plus, her status and background were not something that could be proud of, so she had to let go of her other ideas for now. "Thank you for your kindness, Qianna, but there is no need for that," Waverly rejected her invitation. Qianna raised her eyebrows and looked a
"How long do we have to wait until we can eat?" Joseph changed the subject. "Ten more minutes," Waverly answered. He turned around and went out of the kitchen without saying another word. Waverly let out a sigh of relief. She quickly held onto the sink, supporting herself as she rested for a while; her legs had gone weak like jelly during their stressful exchange. After a short rest, she continued cooking. Ten minutes later, Waverly went out and saw Joseph sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hand, typing a message with his head down. "It's time to eat," Waverly shouted at him. Just then, Hayley came rushing through the door with a bottle of wine in hand. She felt a little surprised to sense that the atmosphere between them was not as negatively-charged or as tense as it was before. As Hayley didn't want to eat with Joseph, she went to the kitchen without greeting him. "Madam, are you all right?" Waverly nodded. "You should sta
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