The Carter Group was going down!
The news recently went viral in Gabbs. It had been a topic of conversation at every business cocktail party lately, including the one Mike was attending today. He smoked at the banquet. He loathed such gatherings, yet no matter how much he disliked them, he had to put up with them. "I have something to do. I'll take my leave now," Mike said and was about to leave. He opened the door of the room and wanted to go out. Before he walked out, he stopped, because he saw a familiar figure in the corridor. He couldn't be sure and called out tentatively, "Mrs. Hammond?" The person didn't respond. The men at the table in the room all stopped what they were doing. Instead, they all turned around and looked in one direction. They thought, 'No way! It can't be Patrick's mate, right?' Mike ignored the group of half-drunk men behind him. He looked at the woman's back. She was limping slightly t"Patrick! You bastard! You promised me!" Gloria's eyes turned red. The pain in Patrick's eyes almost froze. He focused on doing what he was doing. Suddenly, Gloria's eyes widened in fear. Her body was shivering all over. She felt a sudden chill down her back since her pajamas were lifted. She screamed with all her strength, and her voice was harsh and unpleasant, "Patrick! I hate you!" Patrick's eyes were full of pain. He lowered his head abruptly and kissed her passionately on the scar on the back of her waist. He would rather dig out his heart to fill the missing flesh on the scar. Gloria struggled even harder, but the more she struggled, the more passionately Patrick kissed her. "Patrick! I hate you! Can't you hear me?" She twisted her waist frantically, trying to avoid his endless kiss. Patrick remained silent. What he wanted was not just her body. He wanted her to respond to him. He admitted that he
Mandy, who was in the driver's seat, opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't utter a word to comfort Gloria. She knew Gloria too well, which was why she felt no need or words to comfort Gloria. The Carter Group had many problems. Maybe they had been overlooked, or maybe Alger didn't think they were serious. Mandy was a little distressed for Gloria, who was in the back seat. When Gloria was busy, she was working in an almost suicidal way. Mandy figured that she was supposed to hate Patrick. After all, he was the one who forced an outgoing woman bit by bit till she was cornered. In all of Gabbs, Patrick was the only person who could drive Gloria into a corner. But now, Mandy felt grateful for Patrick. At least he would come in time to pick Gloria up for lunch and dinner, or Gloria would be too busy to eat at all. Mandy accompanied Gloria to work for several days, and Patrick did not appear during this time. Gloria knew that h
Although Gloria's voice had long been broken, currently, her voice had reached a new limit. Listening to her speak made one feel like hearing two pieces of coarse sandpaper rubbing against each other. Anyone would get a sore throat and an itchy mouth while listening to her. "What do you want?" Stewart frowned and asked in dissatisfaction. Gloria didn't care about his attitude. She casually took the face powders out of her bag, opened it, and started to touch up her makeup as if no one else was around. "Seriously? You are still in the mood to fix your makeup now?" Stewart sneered. In fact, he was already dissatisfied. Gloria turned around and asked him, "Do I look good?" "Don't go too far!" Stewart clenched his fists. "If he sees me, he won't be able to move his eyes away from me, right?" Gloria lowered her head slightly and muttered to herself. Immediately, Stewart felt a lump in his throat and something bitter in his heart.
Gloria looked stiffly at Patrick in her arms who was asking for help. The others froze on the spot, watching the strange scene. "Is that Patrick?" Stewart said skeptically, and everyone present shared the same doubt. Sean's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly, "Go! Get the pack doctor." The pack doctor came, but Patrick refused to cooperate. He clutched Gloria's clothes with both hands and refused to let go. Thus, all the people present looked at Gloria. "He only listens to you now," Sean said calmly. Under the gazes of everyone in the room, Gloria compromised and coaxed the child-like Patrick. After giving Patrick a checkup, the pack doctor said, "Alpha Patrick seems not to remember the past." Sean was also a medical worker, so he instantly understood what the doctor meant. "Are you saying that he lost his memory?" "No. Alpha Patrick's IQ and cognition are now no different from that of an eight-year-old
Gloria drove back. Sitting in the driver's seat, she laughed at herself for having an illusion. Otherwise, how could she see Patrick? Suddenly, she realized something. Gloria stepped on the brakes, her body leaning forward instinctively. She stared forward. The next moment... She unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and limped forward. "Patrick! Where have you been? Everyone is worried about you. Do you know that?" Gloria shouted at him with her coarse voice. Her chest heaved violently. Patrick seemed frightened and stared at her blankly. "Gloria," Patrick explained, "Hank said that if I behaved, you would come to see me. I waited for a long time, but you didn't come. I miss you so much!" He looked at a loss and was about to cry. "Have I done something wrong?" Gloria's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable pain spread through her heart and she was caught off guard. Before she could say anything, Patrick
The secretary suddenly stood up. "Sorry, Mandy. Our president said that he wanted to meet Miss Carter alone to seek cooperation this time." Gloria, Mandy, and the other representatives from the Carter Group all looked at each other in confusion. What a strange request it was! Mandy was about to say something, but Gloria stopped her. "Take the others out of the meeting room." "But..." Mandy was worried. Gloria looked at Mandy with determination in her eyes. "Mandy, you know how important this cooperation is to me." It was important to her, as well as the Carter Group. "Let's go," Mandy said to others and took the lead to leave. In the conference room, only Gloria was left. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a man stood silently. Gloria changed her expression and put on a standard smile. She walked over and stopped three meters away from the man. It was the best social distance. "Hello, Mr. Norman, nice to see you.
Time ticked by. Gloria raised her wrist and glanced at her watch for the third time. Patrick's eyes were fixed on her. The ringing sound of the phone broke the strange atmosphere in the room. Gloria pressed the answer button. She asked, "Have you arrived?" On the phone, she could hear Sean's voice together with hurried footsteps. "I can't go. I'll leave Patrick to you for the time being." Gloria became anxious and called out, "Wait a minute. Leave him to me for the time being? Isn't Hank there?" "Hank is not free. All his men are busy now." Gloria laughed out of anger. "What do you mean by that?" Sean sneered and asked Gloria, "He was shot in Italy. Don't tell me you think it was a coincidence." "What do you mean?" "Stewart will stay in Hammond Group. Hank and I are going to Rome. Think about it. He is not short of bodyguards, but why did he still get shot?" Sean said quickly. Gloria was silent. Although
The bedroom door suddenly opened. Gloria looked up and saw that Patrick had a poker face and returned with a blanket in his hand. Without a word, he threw the blanket onto the floor beside her bed and unrolled it silently. "What are you doing?" She was even more puzzled and asked. Patrick lay down on the floor and turned his back to her deliberately. "You are not allowed to sleep here," Gloria said coldly. Patrick remained silent. Gloria shouted, "Patrick, go out!" Patrick got up from the blanket and turned to yell at her, "Just send me away tomorrow! I don't care! Don't even think about chasing me away tonight!" Gloria didn't expect that he dared to yell at her. "Gloria wants to drive me away. She is sick and no one will take care of her. She is unreasonable!" Patrick shouted again. Gloria was stunned and didn't know what to say. It was the first time that the eight-year-old Patrick had shouted at her. She look
He didn't blame her. He only hated himself for not cherishing her while she was still by his side.Clenching the letter in his hand, he stumbled and slowly turned to leave.His once-proud figure now seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him down."Cline…" Just as he leaned on the car door, preparing to leave, her familiar, tranquil voice called out to him.Hearing his name, he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto her slender, fragile figure under the streetlight.This was the person he'd missed for three years. Just her soft voice was enough to make him want to run to her and hold her tight.But reality was a cold shower, dousing his fervor.He took a step forward, but she retreated three steps, panic in her eyes, as if he were a monster."Don't come closer," she said calmly, her voice clear and unrippled."I've said all I need to. Please don't disturb me again."Cline had hoped she'd called him ba
Cline released Luana with a hint of despair, staggering back a step.His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Never at all?"Luana's lashes fluttered, her composure unwavering as she shook her head again.The smile on Cline's lips deepened with bitterness. "What about these, then?"He pulled out a letter he'd carried always, holding it before her. His voice cracked, his eyes red as he repeated, "What do these mean?"Luana's gaze fell on the perfectly preserved letter, and her expression froze—a chord struck deep within.She wondered when exactly she'd lost all hope in him.Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he held her close, their intimacy shattered by his cold words, "Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll love you."She'd felt like ice, realizing she was nothing to him but a vessel for his emotions. Yet now...Luana slowly lifted her eyes to Cline, his composure completely undone.Whe
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched
Clarissa watched Luana's fingers tighten around the phone until her knuckles whitened. "When I first saw those messages flooding in, I tried luring him out myself—posed as you, planned to bring the cops. But instead of catching a creep, I got..."She trailed off, the memory of the man in the café still prickling her nerves.A man as cold and heartless as Cline—why would he cling to memories of Luana like this?"Anyway," she shrugged, "he never showed. Guess some ghosts stay buried."Luana's voice was a whisper. "These things... they should've been my fight. Not yours."Clarissa cut her off, "If it were me in this mess, you'd do the same. So quit with the thanks already."Luana nodded meekly, her lashes drooping as she glanced back at the phone screen.The mystery gnawed at her—Mr. Night's messages reeked of obsession, yet he hid in plain sight. Why?She couldn't fathom it, and frankly, didn't care
"I had no choice but to pull a dumb move—I seduced Gehrmann and took Naomi's spot as his bedwarmer," Clarissa said flatly, her voice echoing off the brick walls."I thought I could use him to get back at Cline. Turns out I was dumber than a bag of hammers—Gehrmann wouldn't lift a finger against Cline for any woman." She kicked at a pebble, watching it skitter into the shadows. "By the time I figured that out, he wouldn't let me walk away."Clarissa shifted her weight, catching Luana's profile in the dim light."But don't you worry, Luana. I ain't falling for Gehrmann's charm. This world's got exactly one good man left—Albion. And he's six feet under."So, I won't be that girl anymore—the one who pours her heart out for every little kindness, even when it's not worth it."Mentioning Albion again made Luana's eyes dim as if the light behind them had been switched off.She lowered her lashes, hiding the sorrow pooling th
Third Person's POVLuana tightly embraced Clarissa, hoping to alleviate her pain.Clarissa, however, patted her back with a smile and said, "It's alright. After finding out the truth, I was devastated for a while, but then I pulled myself together. I installed surveillance cameras and recorded every moment of their infidelity, which I sent to my lawyer."I won the lawsuit, but I couldn't get the house back. I could only recover the mortgage payments, the money I spent on him, and compensation for emotional distress..."However, what I didn't expect was that someone would expose Albert's bigamy online, ruining his reputation. His company fired him, and no other major firms would hire him. As far as I know, his current salary isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Plus, his mother has cancer, which is why he keeps begging at my door."Clarissa's voice turned cold as she continued, "He thinks I'm still the naive woman I once was, that if he kneels a