Christine left her office and saw Gloria standing at the door. She pondered for a moment and said, "Gloria, come in and change your clothes. There is a private bathroom here. Go take a shower." "Thank you, Christine." Gloria was tired at the moment and needed a rest, so she did not refuse Christine. She watched Gloria walk into the office, then Christine returned to the private room where Patrick and Thor were. She was about to report her work to Patrick. As Christine walked into the room, she heard Thor discussing with the members of the Black Moon Pack about what they did to Gloria just now. Thor's laugh was so piercing that Christine could not help frowning. "Alpha Patrick, you have a great club. Why do you look unhappy? If this club was mine, I would have lived here!" Thor said with a smile. The mockery of Gloria by Thor and other werewolves made Patrick feel unhappy. In his opinion, Gloria was the one only he could bully. "Alpha Thor, I'm flattered. T
Patrick was amused by Gloria's pained look. He said maliciously, "Gloria, you have been quite an eye-opener for me today. I wonder if your brother would be mad if he saw your pitiful look?" 'You can't do this!' Gloria was about to say it. With her nails stabbing into her palm, she immediately sobered up. She dared not to look at Patrick in the mirror, afraid that he would see her through. "Mr. Hammond, I don't have a brother anymore. I'm a rogue and was once locked up in a werewolf prison. The Silver Spring Pack wouldn't accept a murderer." Patrick did not expect Gloria to say anything like that. For a moment, he was stunned, then he laughed. "Gloria, I underestimated you before. You are so cold-blooded. No wonder you committed such a crime." Gloria swallowed Patrick's cold words. It was like a knife to her heart; it shook her very soul. She thought, 'Cold-blooded? Patrick, didn't you make me that way?' "But I'm curious. Since you have such a cold heart, I wonder i
The thought of death struck Gloria. Then, the girl named Mica appeared in her mind again. She regained consciousness in an instant. She could not die like this, because she still needed to fulfill Mica's wish. Gloria opened her eyes slowly, and the room was bright as usual. Gloria was like a rag-doll without a temper. She was reviled viciously and never said anything back. However, she underestimated those girls. Ruby stepped forward and pushed Gloria. She said disdainfully, "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Since you are working here as a call girl, don't put on an innocent look. When you were begging for mercy from those guests yesterday, you were not so lofty!" After saying this, Ruby was still not satisfied. She stretched out her foot and kicked Gloria. Gloria's legs were injured before, so she fell to the ground. "Ruby, go easy on her. How can you kick her like that?" Someone said to her. No matter how much they enjoyed taunting her, it was only verbal, a
The man's question made Gloria silent. She was not good at anything. Yuna immediately said, "Mr. White, why don't you ask her to sing? With her voice, it must be fun when she sings." Gloria's vocal cords were damaged, so her voice was hoarse and unpleasant. Therefore, she seldom spoke, and if she did, she would speak in a low voice. "Her voice is so unpleasant when she talks. Can she sing?" Yuna sat on the man's thigh and flirted with him. "Mr. White, you can enjoy great voices in other places, but her voice is unique and you'll have fun. Just ask her to sing for you. If you dislike it, we can cover our ears with earplugs." "Her voice is so unpleasant. Are you sure you want to hear her sing?" said the man. "That is exactly the reason that I want her to sing. I am curious how unbearable it will be." Yuna said as she leaned her plump chest against the man's arm. "Mr. White, what do you say?" The man was pleased by Yuna's service. He didn't care if Gloria agreed with it
Lillian's voice was sharp, and Gloria's eyes rested on Lillian, who was emotional. She said calmly, "If you don't need money, then why do you work in the Fittro Club?" She was just stating a fact, and there was no emotion in her tone. "I..." Lillian looked embarrassed, but soon, she said angrily, "I came to Fittro Club to be a waitress. You know the situation of my family. I needed money to pay for my tuition and living expenses." Lillian stared at Gloria as if she was looking at trash. She continued, "I'm not like you! I won't do anything just to make money. Unlike you, I have limits!" Gloria smiled. Lillian said that she had no limits, but that wasn't true. All she wanted was to stay alive. "Stop smiling." Lillian stomped her feet angrily and shouted, "Gloria, listen to me. It will be meaningless to make money at the cost of your dignity. People will despise you and no one will look at you with respect!" After she finished speaking, Lillian snorted coldly and looked
Noticing Gloria's suppressed emotions, Christine felt distressed. Gloria continued, "They humiliated me and made me crawl on the ground and bark like a dog, and they scolded me with filthy words, but it was nothing compared to what I had been through. In prison, I was stripped naked and thrown into a cage. The high-pressure water gun was aimed directly at my naked body. So what? Christine, I went through unbearable pain. Mica died. She died to protect me. I owe her so much. Therefore, I must live and fulfill her unrealized dream." Christine listened to Gloria's incoherent narrative and she vented years of grievances. She spilled out the secret hidden in her heart. Who was Mica? And what was her dream? Although Christine did not know the answers, she could guess that Gloria considered Mica more important than her own life. The sun went down, and the afterglow of the sunset shone into the ward. Christine stood up and glanced at the bed as Gloria was asleep. Christine d
Patrick looked angrily at Gloria, who was curled up in the quilt. His face was frighteningly cold. He cursed inwardly, 'Damn woman! She is indeed avoiding me!' Patrick looked at her curled body under the quilt and noticed that Gloria was shivering. "Our mate is weak. You should hold her and comfort her instead of scaring her," Leo said. "I didn't scare her!" Patrick responded to his wolf angrily. After Gloria hid under the quilt, she began to regret it. If Patrick wanted to punish her, it would be pointless to hide, even if she escaped to outer space. What was the point of hiding in the quilt? Patrick pulled the quilt. His voice became bone-chilling as he asked, "You hid from me." "No!" Gloria hurriedly said, "I didn't, Mr. Hammond." Patrick thought, 'It is a lie! 'She is avoiding me! 'But...' "What happened to your throat?" Patrick asked in confusion. "I was sick, and my throat hurt." Gloria lowered her eyelids, refusing to say more. "Are you afraid of m
"You and... Gloria?" Sean knew that the person lying on the bed was Gloria. He had recognized her the day he saw her in Fittro Club. But he could not believe that Patrick had pressed her down and kissed her. "Can't you see it yourself?" "It won't be!" Sean grabbed Patrick, who turned around and was about to enter the ward. "Patrick, don't tell me you have feelings for her?" Sean's words made Patrick halt his steps. He slowly turned around and stared at Sean with a threatening look in his eyes. "Her? Who are you talking about?" "Of course, it's Gloria." Sean felt his scalp tingle from Patrick's gaze. When Patrick returned to the ward, his body seemed to be covered in frost, and he looked extremely cold and indifferent. He glanced at Gloria coldly and said, "I asked Sean to get you some food. It's on the nightstand." Gloria stared at Patrick with her mouth slightly open. She felt as if a door opened in her sealed heart. "I kissed you. So, I should give you somethi
Luana, still kneeling, wore the red wine splashed by Cline like a macabre mask, the dark liquid trailing down her cheeks, highlighting the fragile beauty of her pale face.Slowly, she raised her hand to wipe away the wine, her expression composed as she calmly replied, "We've met before."As expected, Travis thought to himself, bending slightly to scrutinize Luana with suspicion in his eyes.He pressed her further, "How did you meet?"Understanding his doubts, Luana took a deep breath and spoke, "I knew I bore a resemblance to Runa, and I thought to use that to my advantage. I took the opportunity of delivering documents to Mr. Moriarty and slipped something into his drink, hoping that after he slept with me, I could rise above my station. But he didn't fall for it and unceremoniously threw me out. Perhaps that's why he called me dirty, cheap."Luana's words successfully alleviated half of Travis's suspicions.He ha
The scarlet red wine slowly trickled down her hair strands, dripping onto her pale face, sliding over her slender neck, and falling onto her thin dress...It wasn't until the last drop of wine fell onto the back of her hand that she slowly lifted her eyes.Her gaze was filled with shock and disbelief, staring straight at Cline.Cline, with his eyes as cold as frost, contemptuously glanced at her and coldly uttered a word, "Cheap."As an Alpha, his words seemed to carry the unique deterrent power, making the surrounding air seem to solidify.Upon hearing those words, Luana trembled uncontrollably.She clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, biting her lower lip, and stared at Cline without blinking.It was as if she wanted to bore a hole through him with her gaze, her anger and humiliation surging like a tidal wave.Cline, however, paid no attention to her reaction
As an Alpha, Cline's eyes radiated a coldness mixed with the unique oppressiveness of the wolf pack.That intangible force seemed to penetrate Luana's body, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe.The surrounding air appeared to become heavy and oppressive due to his aura.Travis, witnessing this, was now certain that Cline was deliberately making things difficult for Luana.Yet, he couldn't fathom why Cline would target Luana in such a way.Did they have some unknown past?Did they know each other before?Hearing the words "pour on your knees," Luana's face was filled with shock and disbelief.'Pour wine while kneeling?' Although she had been his lover, she was by no means a humble servant to be commanded at his whim.Luana straightened her body once more, her eyes showing a hint of stubbornness and anger as she addressed Cline, "Mr. Moriarty, I don't know where I've offe
At that moment, Cline suddenly raised his well-defined hand and covered the mouth of the glass.His eyes were cold and indifferent as he stared intently at Luana's face, uttering a single word in a voice devoid of any warmth, "Dirty."This single word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Luana's heart.It caused her a sudden constriction in her chest. The pain was almost suffocating.Her hand couldn't help but tremble violently, her fingers turning pale from the force of gripping the wine bottle.She stood there rigidly, her eyes locked with Cline's.However, in his eyes, she saw not a trace of their past affection.The tenderness and attachment that once existed seemed to have never been, replaced now by deep contempt and disgust.She thought painfully to herself, did he think she was dirty because she was with Travis?How ridiculous!She had been with him for fi
At this moment, even Travis, the man who claimed her as his plus-one, was staring at her with anticipation.There was not a hint of concern in his eyes, only greed and desire.It was as if she was merely an object for display, a creature without dignity, being appraised and toyed with by these wealthy and powerful individuals who looked down on her.Her heart ached with struggle, fully aware of the difficult situation she was in.If she complied with their demands, they might, in a moment of whim, let her off the hook.But if she dared to resist, with the power and means these people possessed, they would not easily let her leave this room, and the fate that awaited her could be even worse.After much internal deliberation, Luana finally, reluctantly, unclenched her tightly clenched fists.A glimmer of determination and desolation shone in her eyes.Her life was already a living death. Perhaps
The sound made Luana extremely uncomfortable, feeling as if she was sitting on pins and needles. She looked down at her thin dress and groaned inwardly.According to the rules, losing a round meant she would have to strip completely, which was akin to being exposed for all to see.What difference was there between her and the women who sold their bodies for a living?She understood that Naomi was probably taking out her frustration on Luana because of Travis's earlier words. Unable to retaliate against Travis, she used the game as an excuse to vent her anger.Although Luana saw through the motive, the cards in her hand were terrible.Coupled with Gehrmann's seemingly deliberate poor play, she was sweating with anxiety.Today, Cline seemed to be acting out of character, showing no mercy at all.Every time she played a card, he seemed to deliberately target her.Luana was so angry her face turned b
Naomi would not let it go so easily. Although she used to be the top entertainer at Nightfall, now that she was with Gehrmann, she was particularly sensitive to others' words. She knew Travis was not someone to be trifled with, but dealing with his woman should be no problem. "Forget it, I won't hold it against you. We're here to have fun, after all," Naomi forced down her anger and then said, "But just sitting here is a bit boring. How about we play a game?" Hearing the mention of a game, the others immediately perked up and echoed, "What game should we play?" Naomi pulled out several decks of cards from the side and placed them on the table, smiling as she said, "Let's form teams and play cards. Whoever loses takes off a piece of clothing." "Interesting," Travis's eyes flickered with excitement at the idea. Naturally, he wouldn't refuse such a tantalizing and thrilling scene and immediately nodded in agreement. The other lecherous men were even more eager to start the game.
The man's smile slightly eased Luana's guard. She reached out with a trembling hand to take the wine glass and took a small sip, but she still didn't dare to swallow the wine, just holding it in her mouth. The female companion sitting beside the man couldn't help but sneer at the scene. Her laughter was filled with mockery and disdain. "I must say, Mr. Elan, the women you bring around are getting more and more classless. Gehrmann is kind enough to pour her a drink, yet she's still on guard and won't drink it." Gehrmann was Cline's cousin. Gehrmann was also a playboy, but compared to Travis, he was far from being a pervert. Since Luana had been with Cline, she had never met any of his family or friends. This was her first time meeting Gehrmann. She couldn't help but take a few extra glances at him, noticing that he bore some resemblance to Cline, but his temperament was entirely different. He didn't have Cline's cold detachment but instead gave off a warm vibe. Seeing that Lua
Otherwise, she would not only lose face but also likely suffer a merciless rejection. After all, how could Cline offend his friend for her sake? However... why was he looking at her with such a strange gaze? Could it be because he saw her being kissed by another man and felt displeased? As Luana was lost in her wild thoughts, Cline suddenly shifted his gaze, his indifferent expression as if it had just been a casual glance. Luana's heartstrings trembled. She knew that someone as cold and unemotional as Cline would not care whether she was kissed by others. She also shifted her gaze and focused on dealing with Travis. "Mr. Elan, why did you bring me here?" Travis affectionately pinched her cheek and laughed, "First, let's introduce you to some friends, and then we'll go have some real fun." Hearing this, Luana's face turned pale instantly, realizing she must find a way to escape as soon as possible. As she was racking her brain for a plan against Travis, he suddenly pushed her