Let's Get Married

Chapter 799: Silly Girl

Mr. Devon immediately asks, "How is it going? Any problem?"

"Mr. Devon, I checked Miss Stella's blood analysis. There's no big problem, but—"

Mr. Devon's heart is in his throat, and the one concerned is also nervous. Stella Wagner almost shouts, "But what? Just say it!"

The doctor pushes his glasses up his nose, telling the truth, "but according to values of the blood analysis, Miss Stella has been injected with an addictive drug in a short period of time. Although a dose is not enough for addiction, the intensity is so high that as long as another dose is given, she will be dependent, so..."

The doctor stops timely before saying anything too unpleasant, or too straightforward.

First, he doesn't want to further provoke her. Second, it is hard for normal people to get such drugs. Even doctors in the hospital have to make a record, but now they are in her blood...

Stella slowly closes her eyes. She knows that she is almost ruined, and that her life almost ends.

"I know." After a long time, she speaks again, looking exhausted from top to toe.

Mr. Devon winks at the doctor, who understands and leaves the office with his things.

Seeing people come and go, whether Mellie Burton, the doctor, or others, Stella suddenly finds herself extremely pitiful. She is the protagonist of this incident, but she cannot face the other party's powerful forces head-on. She can only carefully protect her hope of survival.

Previously, she had always fought with other female celebrities openly and secretly because of all sorts of resources. Now she finds these are all trifles, for she has never seen real someone before, and she never wants to chase as she sees one.

How much she longed for it in the past, how much she resists it now.

Therefore, she negotiates with Mr. Devon, "I don't want to continue affairs with Pehry. Whether I will be assigned another relationship or involved in a gossip of a marriage, it doesn't matter."

As is known to all, a person who is in the ascending stage of her career, the news of getting married is undoubtedly suicidal. Especially when the rumors about her affairs with Pehry have not appeared for a long time, she will end up with a stench of eternity if she accidentally gets married.

However, even so, Stella is unwilling to maintain the relationship with Pehry anymore.

However, Mr. Devon can never agree. He says awkwardly, "Stella, it's not me who make things difficult for you. After your accident, Pehry called me in person and said that the scandal should continue as usual..."

"No."

Stella pretends to hear a joke, "No way? Do you know that this kidnapping is because of Pehry? I almost lose my life!"

"Alright, don't get excited. Anyway, even if I agree to it, what about Pehry? Can I stop him?" Mr. Devon pants heavily and explains to her that his own strength is too small compared to Pehry's.

Let alone a life and death struggle, even if JM disappears, it will take much time and effort of Pehry’s family.

To take the initiative at the moment, it is undoubtedly a moth throwing itself into the fire, and the result will definitely be extremely tragic.

Mr. Devon knows that she is also a victim, so he does not want to put it too bluntly, "Whenever there is a little hope, I will help you fight for it. However, there really isn't any right now. Even if you get me

involved, you won't be well."

"Then what should I do? Continue watching the scandals and wait for the second kidnapping? Is there no other way to get me out?"

Mr. Devon purses his lips and lets out a deep breath, "Perhaps it shouldn't have started."

The moment Stella is in the eyes of Pehry, she should be vigilant and not allow herself to enter such a dangerous situation. Now it is too late, and nothing can be done to save her.

There is no turning back. The moment the news is released, Stella has already been implicated.

What big new it is. She feels completely frustrated. She stands up with red eyes and sweeps everything in front of her onto the ground and shouts desperately, "Damn it!"

She was obviously complacent not long ago, for her career had made new progress, but in the blink of an eye, she can hardly survive.

She hates herself for becoming the target and failing to see the truth clearly.

There is no other choice. Even if death is in front of her, she can only be pushed forward.

Despair, panic, confusion ... All sorts of emotions wrap her. She is in fear and wants to struggle, but everything is in vain, because no matter what she does, this game has already begun. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Mr. Devon watches her go crazy without stopping her. Instead, he turns around and can only pretend not to hear the continuous bangs behind.

Just let it go. This kind of thing is hard for anyone to digest. Stella ... can only pray for blessings.

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On the other side, Jasmine does not stay idle after arriving at the villa but cooks a rich dinner in person. Though they are delivered by the chef, she still adds two dishes.

Steamed golden pomfret and shrimp with bean curd, are relatively light in taste, and suitable for supper.

After cooking, she lies against the sofa in the living room and reads. Seeing the hour hand move from six o'clock to eight o'clock, she feels sleepy that the black and white words turn black and white notes, like a soft lullaby, making her fall asleep involuntarily.

At nine o'clock at night, Pehry hurries to the villa. He did not stop handling his work all the afternoon, so that he could finish it as soon as possible and come back to accompany his little girl.

Seeing the light through windows of the living room and the dining room, Pehry feels warm in his heart. Finally, he no longer has to face the dark room by himself, and opens the door even a little faster than usual.

He can't wait to see her and hug her.

After pressing the fingerprint lock, Pehry pushes the door and comes in, standing at the entrance and finding the pretty figure lying on the sofa at a glance.

Her petite body appears even more illusory in the light. Her back is facing the door, and her breath is very steady. When walking closer, he sees a book in her hand. She is asleep, but still holds the book.

Pehry turns around and sees food on the dining table, which is completely cold. There are two pairs of clean bowls and chopsticks on both sides, so she has not had supper either, but is waiting for him.

It's almost nine o'clock. Why doesn't this silly girl know to fill her stomach first?

Pehry sighs helplessly. He reaches out to push her shoulder gently, and tries to wake her up, "Jasmine?"

Jasmine is not sound asleep, who opens her eyes in a daze when hearing the sound and sees a tall figure standing beside the sofa against the light. She loses herself for a moment before she can see clearly that it is Pehry.

She sits up, rubbing her eyes and saying in a nasal voice, "You're back..."

"Well, still want to sleep?" Pehry asks in a gentle voice.