Chapter 916 If You'd Like to Mess With Her, Go Ahead
Joseph put down his hand.
Waverly heard a bang and looked out of the window, apprehension written all over her face.
The motorcyclist was lying on the ground.
She tensed up at once, a murderous intent shooting across her eyes. However, it was only for a split second before she regained her composure.
Bellamy taught her that the more unsettled she was, the more alert she should be. That way, her rationality would emerge to the surface of her mind, ensuring that she wouldn't make a mistake.
After five years, Joseph was more scheming than she had imagined, his tricks far beyond her expectations.
If she made even the slightest misstep in front of him, perhaps she would be the one dead now.
She pretended that she hadn't seen the incident outside the window and continued to keep her eyes shut, appearing aloof and indifferent.
Joseph didn't expose her either. He held her hands and slipped the ring on his little finger onto her middle finger.
Waverly looked up at him.
"They all know that this is mine. Although you may be shunned by them, they won't dare to hurt you," Joseph said.
Waverly let out a smile.
However, she dared not accept anything from Joseph. There was a 90 percent chance that the ring was bugged and a 99 percent chance that it was a tracking device.
She took the ring off her finger and put it back on his little finger. "You shouldn't give things like rings away easily. It might give others a wrong impression."
"Are you a masochist? If you go back, you'll probably lose your life." Joseph's expression turned cold.
"Just remember to avenge me then." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Joseph, do you remember what you gave me on the first Valentine's Day since I became an adult?"
"We promised to let this rest," Joseph said.
Waverly smiled. "You gave me a box of Ferrero Rochers, but they turned out to be individually wrapped piles of dog sh*t. Frankly, I didn't open the box at all. I knew long ago that you wouldn't give me anything good. Was it hard to wrap everything up?"
"You know, when I was young, there were a bunch of kids who always listened to me. They were passionately mischievous. I didn't need to dirty my own hands, they wrapped everything for me. There was a classmate of yours called Julie Gold. Since she hated you very much, I did her the courtesy of allowing her to take care of it," Joseph explained.
"It seems my guess was vindicated," Waverly said. "I put the box on her desk right away and wrote your name on it."
"Tricking you was harder than I thought." Joseph sighed.
Waverly looked at him and said, "Wasn't it easy this time? Was it your idea to drug me and film me, or was it Beckham's?"
"Does it matter?" Joseph locked eyes with hers, in which the latter were icy and unwavering.
"It does. I always want to know who I lost to. You, or him?" Waverly tucked her hair behind her ear.
"It was mine," Joseph admitted. "If it was his, do you think you could still clear your name?"
"Well, I have you to thank for that then." Waverly shot him a fiery gaze, as if she was alight, looking all bright and dazzling. She was so hot that it would be difficult to get close to her.
"I was also thinking for myself, as I know you'll come back to me, Waverly," Joseph said with certainty. He smiled back.
That smile became an airtight net desiring to envelop her.
Her exhaustion crept in again at the moment. Once she went back to the Mccarthy family, she would still have to face even more harsh battles. Getting on Joseph's bad side now wouldn't benefit her. Hence, she kept her eyes shut.
Bellamy's smiling face flashed across her mind. It felt as if her heart had been stabbed by a multitude of thorns, sore and aching.
In this world, the only one who wouldn't scheme against her, but help, love, and dote on her instead, was Bellamy alone. He was the only one who would think for her.
Whether he regarded her as a friend or his younger sister, these feelings he lavished on her were all worth her doing the best to repay his kindness.
Tears trickled down her face quietly.
This was the first day she was separated from Bellamy, yet she missed him unbearably.
Joseph wiped her tears with his fingers and said curiously, "You're crying. You've never cried before."
Waverly opened her bloodshot eyes, looked at him, a smile on her face.
In the past, Waverly was unstoppable, fearless, and ruthless. Now, there was a soft spot in her heart. At the slightest prod, a sea of tears would gush out of her.
"Perhaps because I'm about to go back to the Mccarthys," Waverly said after cobbling together a reason.
"You could choose not. I don't agree with it either," Joseph said.
Waverly stopped talking and looked ahead, pensive in her thoughts. She still had to go back to the Mccarthys. As of now, the only person who could stop Joseph from becoming President was Thomson Mccarthy.
While Thomson was a Mccarthy, he was a just and upright person. He was also loyal to the current monarchy. As long as Thomson led the Mccarthys, it would be very difficult for Beckham to fulfill his desires, and she would be able to protect Bellamy.
The car continued to move forward and after about half an hour, they arrived outside the door to the Mccarthys' residence.
Waverly took in the magnificent compound in front of her. A string of memories rushed through her mind.
The Mccarthy's were the second most prominent family in M Country. In fact, over the past few years, their popularity far exceeded that of the Haringtons, and they were not far off from the royal family.
However, within this majestic family, there was a series of bloody feuds, sacrifices at the dogged pursuit of power, and the loss of a battle.
No sooner than the gates opened than Joseph's car went in. After passing by several houses, they stopped at the great hall in the center of the compound.
Waverly walked into the hall. Several powerful members of the Mccarthys, including her Aunt Qianna, had arrived. Everyone carried different thoughts on their faces.
One by one, Waverly shouted, "Hello everyone, I'm back."
"Oh, how dare you still have the nerve to come back! Did you do those shameful things to disgrace the Mccarthys? How could you look at me with a straight face? You're rotten to the core," Qianna said disdainfully.
"Qianna, the truth is not what you think. Quit the nonsense," Thomson said before adding, "It's been a long day for you. Have you had dinner?"
"Thank you, Uncle Thomson," Waverly said. "I have."
"I've arranged a place for you to rest. You may stay in the manor by the lake for the time being. It's quieter and it fits your character," Thomson said.
"Why should we let her stay there? I also live in it most of the time," Qianna said, clearly unwilling.
"There are plenty of rooms in that manor. Auntie Qianna, if you'd like to drop by, you're most welcome anytime," Waverly said with a smile.
"Who wants to live with you? You've seduced one of your uncles. Are you looking to seduce another one? My sisters, do keep an eye on your husbands. They say stepfathers and stepdaughters get along the best," Qianna said bitterly. Her words were full of gall.
Waverly said gently, "Auntie Qianna, I'm sorry that I can't change Uncle Lenold's feelings for me. But don't worry, I don't fancy scum like him, and I'll never give him a chance to get into my pants. As for Beckham, not my cup of tea either. Cross my heart."
Qianna's face was livid with anger. "Are you insinuating that you're not interested in my cup of tea? Who do you think you are? Do you think they would cast even a glance at you? You're nothing more than Bellamy's reject, a woman who has been divorced by her husband."
"Correction, it was me who asked for the divorce. The one who has been divorced by her husband... was you," Waverly made a riposte and owned the stage.
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