Chapter 1091 Only I Can Be The Person You Trust
"There's an even more stupid person who wants to spend a hundred million dollars to hire someone for me," Waverly said.
"It seems that intelligence can really rub off on someone," Joseph said with disdain.
"So, don't play games with people like me," Waverly reminded him.
"You're becoming smarter the longer you're by my side. Do you want to play with me?" Joseph asked in reply.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Now, it's up to you to decide. Do you want to play with me?" Joseph put away his cynicism as he became serious.
Waverly asked lightly, "What do you mean by playing with you? What happens if I don't play then?" She became skeptical of his intentions.
"If you play with me, I'll help you get revenge and Melinda will be under your feet. She'll never have the chance to rise again. If you don't play, you'll be left to fend for yourself. I wouldn't care whether you're alive or dead," Joseph said seriously.
Waverly also became serious as she asked, "Do you really mean that?"
"Do you often have the freedom to make your own decisions?" Joseph's eyes were cold.
"I only want to rely on myself," Waverly made a choice.
"As expected, you're still stupid," Joseph sneered.
Waverly's face fell.
Once again, she had been deceived by Joseph.
She knew that she shouldn't have believed him and exposed her true thoughts.
Waverly glanced at the shore. The boat had docked already.
She got off first.
After getting off the boat, Joseph walked to her side and held his arm out, insinuating that she should hold it.
Waverly pretended that she didn't notice his actions.
Joseph held her hand, pinching it hard.
In pain, Waverly looked into his eyes with anger.
"Mr. Mccarthy." The two guards walked over to Joseph and reported, "Mr. Duff awaits."
"Alright," Joseph replied.
He followed the guards to a black limousine.
The guard opened the door, and Joseph pulled Waverly in.
However, Duff failed to recognize Waverly. Looking between her and Joseph, he asked in surprise, "Did the two of you fall into the river?"
"It was a little hot, so we jumped in to cool down. Let's go to the hotel and change first," Joseph said.
"Where are you staying?" asked Duff.
Joseph looked at Waverly.
Waverly didn't want to tell them where she lived, so she looked out of the window.
"Mahaba Hotel," replied Joseph.
Waverly sighed internally.
She had once heard of people acting like slaves.
She had also mentioned before that both Yadriel and Joshua were like slaves.
Joseph had trained them the same way people trained dogs.
People would tell a dog where it should go to relieve itself.
If the dog went to the right place, it would get a treat. If the dog went to the wrong place, it would be punished.
Over time, the dog would know where to go. Even if it didn't get a treat, it would still know where to go.
Joseph excelled in that method of training as he seemed to know everything.
He knew whenever she lied or kept a secret from him. As time went by, she could only tell him the truth. It was terrifying for her to be cultivated like a slave.
The only thing she could do was to give in to him.
She had also seriously contemplated changing the way she got along with Joseph. For her, there was no benefit to always being on guard, hating him, hurting and fighting with him. That was too tiring, not to mention physically and mentally exhausting.
So far, Joseph wasn't her number one enemy.
A little impatience would spoil great plans. She couldn't succeed if she couldn't tolerate some slights. If she changed her mind a bit, perhaps things would be different.
She looked at Joseph and said, "Are you staying at the Mahaba Hotel too?"
"Where else do you think I'd stay?" Joseph said coolly.
"Should I move to your room, or should you move to mine?" Waverly asked.
Joseph paused, narrowing his eyes. He asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"If you don't want to sleep together, then forget it," Waverly said, once again looking out of the window.
He turned her face towards him and declared, "I'm in a suite. Since your room is too small, you can move over mine."
He knew which room she was staying in. Even if she hadn't invited him, he would still come over to her. It was better for her to make the first move and leave some room for herself. She said, "Help me move my luggage then."
"Joshua should have moved your luggage to my room by now. I'll let Joshua live in your room."
Once again, his words left Waverly speechless.
She cursed him inwardly
He hadn't come to her room secretly, but instead already arranged a place for her.
She was upset.
"What's up with that look of yours?" Joseph's drooping eyes locked onto her.
"You pinched my face too hard."
"There's no flesh on your face. You look like a skeleton," Joseph lectured her. He released his hand and continued, "Eat more later as you'll look better with some fat."
Waverly rubbed her face as she said, "Why don't you eat more then? You'll look better with some fat too."
"Firstly, I eat a lot. Secondly, I'm pretty good looking. no matter how skinny or fat I am," Joseph said confidently, smirking.
She'd better not retaliate that pompous statement.
After a while, they arrived at the hotel.
Waverly didn't avoid reality anymore. She changed her clothes in front of him and walked into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark.
She saw that her cosmetics had also been taken out and placed on the top of the bathtub.
She removed her makeup first, then reapplied it.
Joseph knocked at her door.
Waverly ignored him, continuing to put on makeup.
Joseph turned the door knob but could not open the door. He continued to knock while calling out to her, "Waverly."
Waverly did not reply.
"Waverly!" Joseph's voice sounded anxious.
Afraid that he would break down the door, she opened it.
Joseph frowned as he asked, "Why didn't you say anything when I called you?"
"I'm tired. I have no strength at all." Waverly said helplessly.
A look of concern flashed across Joseph's eyes as he covered her forehead, "Do you have a cold?"
"Maybe I do," Waverly answered.
"Who asked you to push me?" Joseph blamed.
"Yeah, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that," Waverly said perfunctorily.
Joseph had a peculiar expression on his face. He turned around as he made a phone call. He said to the person on the other side, "Prepare some cold medicine and hot soup."
After Waverly put on her makeup, she exited the bathroom.
A bowl of soup was handed to her.
Waverly was surprised.
In the past, whenever she had a cold, Bellamy would always give her a bowl of soup.
The scene looked similar.
She took the soup from Joseph and carefully took a sip. It was warm and not too hot.
The whole situation was really not in line with his usual style of doing things.
She thought that the soup would be hot.
"After finishing, take some medicine. Then, we'll go out to eat. I've already made arrangements. After we finish eating, we'll go choose some people," Joseph said.
"Weren't we supposed to do that at night?" Waverly was puzzled, suspecting a fraud.
"Do you think people in the black market are that powerful? Those truly powerful assassins will be specially arranged to be selected by clients in private. However, their prices aren't low, and it's not something that just anyone can afford." Joseph said.
"How much does one cost?" Waverly asked.
"One is about twenty to fifty million dollars, so we'll have to see. If you want to negotiate prices, wait until you meet them. I'm guessing Bellamy only gave you enough money to choose one." Joseph said with a strange tone.
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