Derrick had always been gentle and polite to others, but now he was screaming as if he had gone crazy.
He was in agony, yet he laughed aloud. "Patrick, that's ridiculous. What makes you think you can ask me to do something you can't do?" Derrick looked at Patrick and said, "I will never admit that I would fall in love with such a woman!" Patrick ignored Derrick's insanity. He looked at Derrick and said, "In that case, stay away from her. You might be right, but I will use my way to express those words that I can't say." Derrick looked at Patrick like he was looking at a fool. Derrick laughed and said, "Patrick, you are so ridiculous. I'll be watching you and seeing what you will do. As for Gloria, I have already given up on her. I won't be anywhere near her again." Patrick turned around and left. "I hope you will keep your word." Ignoring the shards of glass all over the ground, Derrick raised his hand and pressed his chest. Only th"First, take a shower yourself and go to sleep. Second, I will help you wash and share the bed with you. If you refuse to choose the first one, then I think you are choosing the second. You stay awake till such a late hour. I think you must be waiting for me and showing your affection for me. In that case, just tell me directly. I will satisfy you." Patrick looked at Gloria and said slowly. At first, Gloria was in a daze. When she came back to her senses, her ears turned red. She suddenly looked up and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'll take a shower!" After that, Gloria walked into the bathroom under Patrick's complacent gaze. Hot water came out of the shower head and fell on Gloria's body. She closed her eyes and fell into a whirl of thoughts. Right now, she had no idea what her future would be. Giving up everything was an easy option. She didn't have a pack. Her wolf was gone. Her family rejected her. It was an easier way if she si
"Didn't I tell you? There's a glass wall in the bathroom. You can't see the inside from the outside. But you can see the outside from the inside." Patrick asked. "Why didn't I see it?" Gloria asked subconsciously. "Why didn't you see it?" He chuckled and said, "Maybe because the window blinds are usually down. However, I just rolled them up." As he spoke, he returned to the bathroom and turned off the tap. Then, he raised the swipe card in his hand and asked, "Are you looking for this?" When Gloria saw the swipe card, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. It turned out that he already knew what was on her mind. Patrick's forehead was wet. Water dripped down the tip of his hair. He walked toward Gloria. There was no way to retreat. She swallowed subconsciously. "Mr. Hammond, I'm sorry!" An imperceptible light flashed in Gloria's eyes. She bent her knees and knelt to Patrick as she spoke. Patrick reached out a hand to hold Glo
Gloria stubbornly stood in place and did not move. "Gloria, pick it up," Patrick said for the second time. His deep eyes were aggressive. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Gloria's forehead, but she still said, "I am an employee of Fittro Club. I work in the Public Relations Department of Fittro Club. I'm not an employee of the Hammond Group." Patrick walked toward Gloria. Gloria wanted to retreat, but she just couldn't move. Patrick stood in front of her and glanced at her. Then, under her gaze, he bent down. He picked up the suit on the ground and handed it back to Gloria. "Gloria, for what you've lost, I'll help you get them back." He looked at Gloria and said, "Go change your clothes." Gloria did not understand what Patrick meant, but she could only obey Patrick since he insisted on it. Soon, Gloria changed her clothes and followed Patrick into the car. Soon, Patrick's black car stopped in front of the building of th
Patrick noticed that Gloria was reluctant to let him in. However, he chose to ignore her feelings and walked straight in. "Mr. Hammond, wait a moment. I'll go get some water for you." Gloria lowered her head and walked towards the kitchen. However, just as she took a step, her arm was grabbed. "No need. Pack your things and come with me." Patrick said straightforwardly. "What?" Gloria looked at Patrick doubtfully. Patrick smiled and said, "You didn't hear it wrong. I asked you to pack your luggage and come with me. You are not staying here anymore." "Then where will I live?" Gloria asked subconsciously. "Stay with me," Patrick replied. Gloria thought something was wrong with her ears. She said carefully, "Mr. Hammond, I think this place is pretty good." Patrick didn't say anything. He checked his watch. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to pack your things, and then we'll leave here." After he said this, he glanced at her
After stepping out of the room, Gloria woke up from her trance and struggled. She said, "I won't go, Mr. Hammond. I won't go. Can I live alone? I prefer to live alone. I beg you. I don't want to move there." She refused to leave, but she was too weak to cut herself loose. It was no use begging for mercy, and she scolded angrily, "Patrick! You are so overbearing. You are breaking into my home! It is kidnapping!" Before she could finish her sentence, a phone was handed to her. Patrick said, "Take it and call the police." Gloria had used all her tricks. He was not angry even if she begged for mercy or scolded him. Patrick was terrifyingly rational! "What exactly do you want?" Gloria asked dejectedly. Her hoarse voice was no longer as humble as when she was begging for mercy. It didn't even sound as mad as she cursed just now. There was simply despair. "Patrick, I'm so tired. Please." She was exhausted and desperate. It was as if she wa
"There are books there. You can read them if you want. I'm going to a meeting," Patrick said. Gloria was stunned as Patrick turned around and walked out of the office, leaving her here alone. Looking around, the decoration here was no different from three years ago. It was his usual style. Gloria was arranged to sleep in Patrick's bedroom for two nights. However, she had not slept for two nights. She sat down on the sofa and soon could not resist the sleepiness and fell asleep on the sofa. About an hour later, the door opened silently. Patrick stood at the door and was surprised to see that Gloria had fallen asleep on the sofa. Then, he walked to the sofa and looked at the woman in front of him for a long time. It seemed that the temperature in the office was relatively low. Gloria, who was on the sofa, was not sleeping soundly and slowly curled up. He took off his suit jacket and covered her with it. When he got close to Gloria, he
Patrick stood up and walked towards Gloria. He raised his hand, looked at his watch, and said, "Let's go. It's time for lunch. Let's go downstairs to eat." Gloria thought that she might go through the torture of being stared at by the crowd this morning, so she didn't want to leave this office. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry." Patrick raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm hungry." "I don't want to eat. I'm not feeling well and have no appetite. I won't have lunch." Gloria said again. Patrick knew that it was her excuse. He said calmly, "You don't feel well. Alright, I'll take you to the werewolf hospital of Black Thorn Pack." Then, he took out his phone and made a call. "Sean, are you in the werewolf hospital now?" Gloria, who was on the sofa, suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He did not expect that the call would make her so anxious. Caught off
Moonlight Group was founded by the old Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack, but the actual operator was Gloria. On the day of Gloria's 18th birthday, he signed the change of property rights himself, and from then on, Gloria, an 18-year-old girl, became the CEO of Moonlight Group, a huge company. With Gloria running the company, the profit generated by Moonlight Group could cover the half-year expenses of the Silver Spring Pack. When the old Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack, Gloria's grandfather, was still alive, he favored Gloria especially. Even Harry, his grandson, couldn't be compared with her. Gloria had been nurtured by the old Alpha since she was a child, and Harry did not get to have such treatment. Because of this, back then, Gloria was known as the confident and flamboyant Miss Carter. In terms of packs, she-wolves' marriages tended not to be valued, including Alphas' daughters. The best thing that could happen to an Alpha's daughter w
He set down the mirror, leaned back in the armchair, and propped his leg up, speaking with interest, "Luana, you're quite intriguing."Luana was taken aback. This man knew her name, indicating he knew her, yet she had no recollection of him. Who on earth was he?The man leaned forward slightly, his deep black eyes fixed intently on Luana's face. "Listen carefully, I am—"He paused, then his thin lips parted again. His clear voice reached Luana's ears, "Dorian Lamont."Dorian, Dorian... Luana searched her memory for this name but found nothing.She stared into his eyes, filled with confusion, eager to understand more.However, the man had no more to say. He rose and left the room.Shortly after he exited, a blonde, blue-eyed female caregiver entered.While assisting Luana in wiping her body, she chattered about something akin to a miracle, then left after cleaning up, without elaborating further.Once alone, Luana g
She quickly lowered her eyelashes, blocking out that scorching gaze.The man stared at her for a while, and upon noticing the flutter of her lashes, he confirmed she was truly awake.He straightened up, said nothing, and turned to leave, soon returning with an elderly man.The old man had golden hair and blue eyes, his head full of white hair. Dressed in a white suit, he looked spirited and elegant.The man led the elderly gentleman in, raised his slender finger, pointed at Luana on the bed, and asked with a frown, "George, how did she wake up?"George?Luana was taken aback. Eva had mentioned that Cline had contacted a renowned international heart specialist for her, and that expert was named George. Could this be him?George didn't respond to the man's question. Instead, he activated the medical equipment and began a full-body examination of Luana.His expression was focused, his eyes filled with disbelief.His reactio
Cline's face stiffened instantly. The body he had been barely holding together suddenly collapsed.Yes, Luana loved Albion, not him. What right did he have to stay here?He remembered how Luana had repeatedly asked him not to mess with her in the past...Since she despised him so much, if he didn't let Aibion be alone with her for a while, she would only hate him more.Thinking this, Cline slowly stood up and walked away without looking back.Calvert watched Cline's figure disappear, then turned back. He gently traced Luana's photo on the tombstone."Luana, forgive me for not telling him the truth—that you actually loved him... I just wanted to punish him for being so cruel to you... But please, don't blame me, okay?"With that, he kissed the tombstone one last time."Luana, I've passed the Coburn Group to my cousin and given all my personal assets to Clarissa. I... can come to stay with you now."Calvert took out
Calvert managed a calm smile, "Don't worry. I'm just fulfilling my promise to take care of you. But I have to manage the Coburn Group, so I won't be able to look after you in person. I can only support you financially."He lowered his eyes, filled with guilt, "I should have taken care of you both as soon as I returned to the Coburn Group, but my amnesia made you both suffer for five years..."Clarissa pushed the folder back, "I can't accept these. I can earn money myself."Calvert insisted, "Take it. Consider it compensation for my regrets over the years." With that, he got up and left."Where are you going?" Clarissa called out.Calvert turned back, his smile making her uneasy, "To visit her.""Albion, I'm the only family you have left. Don't do anything foolish," Clarissa's voice was choked with emotion.Calvert waved his hand without turning around and walked away.He bought a bunch of flower and went to the cemetery. In the
Clarissa had dreamed countless times that Luana was doing well in another world, much better than in the real one.She thought it was better that Luana didn't come back.After all, everyone must die eventually. Luana had just taken an earlier step.When her life ended, she would also go to that world to find Luana.Just as Luana had said in her dream, she would build a house there, waiting to welcome Albion and Clarissa when their lives in this world came to an end.Then, like after leaving the orphanage, the three of them would live in the same house, loving and taking care of each other.This way, the regrets they left in this life could be mended in another world...Clarissa came to her senses and looked at the letter Luana had left her, softly responding, "Alright..."She would live this life to the fullest and then find Luana in another world. She wanted to be sisters with Luana forever, never parting.Just as Clari
Gath traced the belt marks on her cheek with his fingertip in a mocking tone, "Came to see you... You've been doing so 'well' after leaving the Titlington family."Eva avoided his touch and coldly said, "You've seen enough, now go. I need to rest."Gath suddenly gripped her chin with a force that made her wince, "Eva, you're getting bold, huh? Speaking to me like that."Eva winced, but Gath let go as suddenly as he had grabbed her. She looked up and caught him avoiding her gaze."Gath, I'm hungry. Could you get me something to eat?" Eva softened her voice."Who do you think you are to order me around?" Gath raised an eyebrow."Someone you've been with. Does that count?" Eva fired back.Gath fell silent for a moment, then got up and left the ward.Eva watched him leave, her smile fading, her eyes cold and filled with loathing.'Gath, if you ever fall for me, I'll make you pay for all the pain you've caused!'No soo
"Do you know who she is? She's Sidney from the Preston family! You can't afford to tangle with her, so scram—"Zander let out a cold laugh, and the others joined in. "What a coincidence, she's exactly who we're looking for."Amid their eerie laughter, the man immediately abandoned Sidney, pushing through the crowd to flee.But he had barely taken two steps when a man in a black mask yanked him back.With a judo throw, the black-masked man sent him crashing to the ground, rendering him unconscious on the spot.Zander turned to Cline, "Sir, what shall we do with her?"Cline lowered his head, massaging his right hand that was oozing blood, as hatred surged within him.He was the cause of Luana's fatal injury, and now Sidney and Runa, who had humiliated her, deserved no less.He narrowed his eyes, his voice icy, "First, give her a hundred slaps, then..."He paused, his tone turning vicious, "Throw her into 'Nightfall'
Cline entered the study, unlocked a drawer, and retrieved a gold-bronze mask and a bottle of grey plant juice.He picked up a brush and carefully painted a wolf pattern on his neck.After finishing, he made a call.The recipient answered promptly, addressing him respectfully.Cline, gazing at the night outside, said coldly, "Tonight's targets are Sidney and Runa."The recipient responded promptly, "Yes, I'll come to pick you up right away."Cline hung up, his eyes cold and filled with malice as he looked at the manor lit by streetlights.Through the lights, he seemed to see the old mansion of the Preston family, and his eyes blazed with hatred.'Sheila, I promised my father I wouldn't kill you, but you've destroyed what I care about, so I'll destroy what you care about.''If you want to play, I'll play along...'Cline rewound the blood-soaked bandage on his hand and put on a pair of black leather gloves.He
Back then, he was young and naive, thinking that by attempting suicide, his mother would show him some kindness.But he soon realized that not all women who have given birth deserve the title of "mother."Ironically, the woman who wanted to torture him to death wasn't a wicked stepmother but his biological mother.The Moriarty family treated him with care, while the Preston family, his mother's side, devised ways to torment him.He had once doubted whether he was his mother's biological son, but investigations proved otherwise. He was her son, a plaything she intended to torture to death.His mother's method of torture was to force him to live and watch everything he cared about be destroyed before his eyes.Cline's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had once believed that all mothers loved their children and had yearned for maternal love.Now, he knew better. Cline lifted his hate-filled eyes and coldly regarded the woman in the whe