Christine asked this because she was afraid that Gloria would put in too much effort to earn money.
Looking at the concern in Christine's eyes, Gloria felt warm in her heart. Gloria did not want Christine to be anxious. She replied, "Christine, he only asked for a kiss." Christine could not help crying out in surprise, "A kiss? That simple?" But the next second, Christine fell silent. A kiss? It could not be that simple. Christine saw too many men who were polite in front of others and exposed their kinky hobbies when they were at Fittro Club. Many of them were werewolves, and werewolves liked to tease humans. They were happy to see humans obey their orders. This man could have any woman he wanted, but chose Gloria and gave her 20 thousand dollars. Christine looked at Gloria. Christine did not look down on Gloria. She just felt Gloria was really not the type of most men. Christine thought that there were very feChristine did not know why Patrick was so concerned about Gloria. However, Christine did know that Patrick hated Gloria a lot. Otherwise, he would not have tortured Gloria like this. So, after thinking for a few seconds, Christine said in a euphemistic tone, "Nothing out of the line. The guest just asked Gloria to kiss him." Christine didn't think Patrick would mind. After all, guests at Fittro Club asked for a kiss from call girls every day. They would also tip more. The call girls were also more than happy to earn more tips in such a way. However, what happened next surprised Christine. Just as she finished speaking, Patrick, who was in Los Angeles, hung up right away. Patrick's face was stiff. He looked out of the window, thinking about something. And it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger. Everyone in the conference room was frightened. Patrick, the Alpha, had his usual poker face, and no one knew what he
Gloria looked at Lillian in silence, while Lillian was indifferent to her line of sight. Lillian continued, "I left my stuff in the dormitory that day, so I came back to grab it. That's how I found you unconscious on the floor. Then I took you to the hospital at once. I don't dare to imagine what would have happened if I hadn't come back that day." Gloria frowned. Was Lillian talking to her? It didn't sound like that. She felt that Lillian wanted someone else to hear. So, who could it be? Gloria was not stupid. She subconsciously turned around to look behind her. Just as she turned around, she felt a pair of hands on her waist, and she was lifted in the air. Someone helped her, breaking her free from Lillian's grip. Her back was leaning against a warm body. A melodious male voice came from behind Gloria. "Gloria, I think you owe your thanks to Miss Santos." The voice belonged to Derrick, the man Gloria had met twice in
Toby Terry, who was from the Blue Moon Pack, was a little confused. He looked in the direction where Derrick was pointing. It was just the door to Room 3. Derrick continued, "A beautiful woman will walk through this door shortly after. She is a delight. Mr. Terry, I'm being a sincere friend here." As Derrick spoke, he gave Toby a meaningful smile that all men understood and patted Toby's arm. "You know what I'm saying, Mr. Terry?" "I sure do." Toby looked elegant, and that didn't stop him from understanding what Derrick was implying. Toby was the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, which was next door to Derrick's Blood Moon Pack. The two packs shared a friendly relationship. To some extent, they could be considered alliances. Toby smiled meaningfully and said, "No wonder others praise Fittro Club as werewolves' heaven." Derrick motioned to Toby and said, "Mr. Terry, and friends, I'm afraid I'll take my leave now." Before leaving th
Toby pointed at the transparent container just sent in and said, "Miss Santos, have you ever seen the diving performance? This is what you need to perform, Miss Santos. Please enter the container." Then, the workers who carried the container in quickly went to the bathroom. They used a nylon pipe to connect the faucet to the container and fill it with water. The water gradually filled the transparent container with a splashing sound. Lillian's face became completely pale. "I will die." Lillian shook her head repulsively. "We won't watch you die." Toby smiled even more kindly and said, "It usually takes four to six minutes for a person to die from drowning. As soon as you stay in the water for three minutes, we will get someone to go in and pull you out." "If that's the case, why are you offering two hundred thousand dollars?" Lillian still maintained her sense though tempted by a large sum of money. "Miss Santos, accidents happen fr
Toby smiled at Gloria's words. He thought that Gloria was indeed much more interesting than Lillian. "I've heard that you love money very much." Gloria lowered her head without any reply. Everyone knew she loved money very much. Gloria curled her lips into an unfathomable smile. She looked up and said, "Yes, and that's why I agreed to risk my life to do it." "Alright! Four hundred thousand dollars! Deal!" Toby smiled, his eyes shining. Gloria was ugly but indeed very special. Gloria was thrown into the container. She wrapped herself tightly in her clothes and wouldn't take them off. The water was already above her head. Her clothes, soaked to the skin, grew heavier and dragged her down further. In the beginning, Gloria could still open her eyes and watch the werewolves standing in front of the transparent container and staring at her amusingly. Toby looked gentle with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. But at this m
Lillian looked at the scene in horror. She was shocked and terrified. Lillian fell to the floor in a panic. Her limbs were cold as she looked in horror at Gloria, who was in the rectangular container. She didn't know whether Gloria was still alive or not. Patrick would occasionally show up at Fittro Club. She did not know who he was before. However, she knew from Toby's plea to Patrick that Patrick was the mysterious Mr. Hammond, the man behind Fittro Club. After finding out who Patrick was, Lillian was overwhelmed by fear. She hoped that nothing would happen to Gloria. In such a case, she would not be punished. Yet at the same time, she also hoped that Gloria could just die. What if Gloria woke up and told Patrick, the owner of Fittro Club? Seeing that Patrick was so anxious, Lillian immediately struggled to get up. Then she stumbled to Patrick's side. She pretended to be concerned and said to Patrick, "Mr. Hammond, your hand is bleeding. You must do something about i
Patrick held Gloria's hand. His anger was soothed, and he became calm. For some reason, he felt warm. He didn't know how long had passed. Finally, she coughed a few times. As she spat out water, she coughed again. Gloria opened her eyes, which were both sore and painful. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't see the face of the person in front of her. She moved her lips and said, "Money." Patrick looked indescribably excited. Seeing her lips move, he quickly asked, "What did you say?" Gloria's pale lips moved slightly. She said with difficulty, "Mr. Terry, my money." All of a sudden, the air froze. It was as if someone hit the pause button. The excitement in Patrick's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by indifference. He said, "How much?" His voice regained its usual coldness. "Mr. Terry, you promised that you would pay me 400 thousand dollars for my performance." Gloria did not see the person in front of her clearly. Yet, the sense of being near him s
Patrick's words were like a poisonous arrow that shot straight into her heart. She felt a pain she had never felt before. Gloria subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her chest. Her hand went up into the air, but it dropped again to her thigh. She managed to stay rational. "Mr. Hammond, you're right. My life is worthless." He was the one who said that her life was worthless and that she should go to hell. However, when she repeated his words, Patrick felt a sudden irritation for no reason. Patrick shouted roughly, "Follow me!" He turned around and left. Gloria followed him in silence. Patrick walked fast. Gloria tried her best to keep up with him. Gloria felt as if her bones were cracking and the pain was unbearable. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but as her body was wet from head to toe, it was impossible to tell whether it was sweat or water, although she was drenched in a cold sweat. Patric
Gloria looked at the sky. "Christine, you know that I hate him and am afraid of him. Six years ago, he sent me to the werewolf prison. There were iron bars everywhere. "Not long ago, I woke up in the morning and found myself locked in a space full of iron bars again. He put bars on all the windows. In my opinion, it was no different from my life in prison. "He tried all means to imprison me. He was now so sick that he finally let go. He said that he didn't want to continue the game. He was tired of me and I believed it. But isn't that ridiculous? He lets go only when he's dying. Does this mean that he cares about me? "You are right. When I was at the airport, I kept thinking about how you scolded me. I was running all the time. I didn't just run from him, but from my family as well. "Patrick imprisoned my body. As for me, I imprisoned my heart. "Alright, let's get in. It's a bit cold outside." Gloria felt relaxed after saying that. She stood up.
Gloria picked up the apple from the stable and quietly peeled it. Not long after, the peeled apple was handed to Patrick. The apple emitted a fragrance. Patrick didn't believe what was happening. He didn't dare to take the apple. He didn't know if the apple would disappear the moment he took it. "When will the operation be carried out?" Gloria went straight to the point. She held the peeled apple in her hand. Patrick immediately became alert. He was a little nervous. "Who told you?" "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" She asked again, ignoring his nagging. "The day after tomorrow." He stared at Gloria. In fact, she was more stubborn than him. If she didn't get an answer, she wouldn't give up. Gloria nodded and stuffed Patrick. "Are you not eating it? I peeled it for you." Patrick felt warm in his heart. He had never shown his weaknesses, but now felt tears well up in his eyes. One could even see that his eyes turned red. He
"Look, you're hesitating." Christine was like an invader. She pursued further and didn't let Gloria go. "I just asked you if you still loved him, but you hesitated. Do you really know yourself? "Gloria, in my opinion, you are running away from him. Three years ago, you tried everything you could to escape. Now, you have made no progress at all. You are still escaping. Will you really be at peace at Waikiki Beach? I will be blunt. If you can only remain calm on Waikiki Beach, it means that you have never been calm." Gloria trembled, and her face paled. "Stop it! Enough!" Christine's words echoed in her mind. She wanted to press the pause button but there was simply none. "Gloria, Waikiki Beach is not a pure land. The peace you think is just your escape," Christine said seriously. Christine should not have said this, but she saw some things that the people in the police station did not see. She saw Gloria's hesitation. During the thre
Outside a VIP ward in the hospital, an unexpected figure appeared. "Let him in." In the ward, Patrick nodded. The door opened, and Ellison walked in. "You're really well-informed," Patrick said coldly, his lips pale. "I have my sources. No matter how well you hide it, you can't guarantee that your subordinates won't give themselves away," Ellison said calmly. Patrick smiled, "You don't have to be in such a hurry even though you covet the Hammond Group. After I die, it will be all yours." "Come on." Ellison sat down on a chair. "If you die, all your assets will be given to her." Although he didn't say who she was, Patrick, who was lying on the bed, had a glint in his eyes. "You know me well." "No." Ellison waved his index finger. "It just so happened that I saw a lawyer walk out of the hospital. That lawyer was hired by you personally to serve you and the Hammond Group." "Did you find me just like that?" Patrick asked.
"Don't move. I just want to look at you," Patrick whispered. Gloria only felt that it was strange. When did he learn to be gentle? When she raised her eyes to look at him, she was seized by his eyes. His eyes were like black holes as if swallowing her up. Intense affection seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes in a second. She had never experienced this before. She had never seen Patrick like this before. Before she ran out of patience, he released her. He took a step back, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to her. "Don't you want to leave? I'll let you go." She took the paper and found it was a divorce agreement. As her gaze slid down, Patrick had already signed his name. For a moment, she became even more confused. He had done everything he could to force her to be with him, but now he had taken out the divorce agreement. She didn't understand. Gloria looked at Patrick, her
Half a month had passed. Patrick didn't appear in front of her again. Occasionally, Hank would come back to take a change of clothes and then leave in a hurry. Apart from being confused, the guards in the pack became increasingly serious. Gloria didn't know what had happened. One day, the dark iron gate of Alpha's villa opened again. She saw the familiar Bentley driving in from the second floor from a distance. She looked at the car and fell into a daze. Finally, he came back. She retracted her gaze and did not know how to face him. Just as she was lost in thought, Kevin went to her door and invited her to meet Alpha respectfully. She wanted to ask if she could refuse. However, Kevin turned around and left directly. It was no use delaying. She still went downstairs. Gloria gave a self-mockery chuckle. However, her smile faded quickly. As she got thinner, her face seemed to be sunken. She noticed a
Smoke came out from the gap in the door. Instantly, Hank's expression changed. He shook off Mandy, who was pulling him, took out his key, and opened the door. "Luna Gloria! What is going on?" Before he finished speaking, he choked on the thick smoke and coughed violently. Mandy rushed in. "Gloria, don't scare me! Don't tell me that you want to kill yourself!" Unfortunately, the smoke was too thick, and the flames were everywhere. Hank immediately called the police and tried to rush in. A figure passed him quickly and rushed in. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already rushed into the thick smoke. "Alpha Patrick! You can't go inside! "It's too dangerous!" Hank shouted, but Patrick turned a deaf ear. He looked around the room through the smoke, but Gloria was nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to the bedroom door, but the door could not be opened. "Gloria! Open the door! Gloria! Open the
In the ward, Patrick took a chair and sat down. Opposite him was Harry. "She lied to me and came to donate her bone marrow to you." Patrick said, breaking the silence. Harry turned pale and gradually despaired. He said, "I'll go find her! I won't force her to donate her bone marrow!" He stood up and was about to leave. "Gloria was injecting G-CSF. I took her home." Harry calmed down after hearing that. "The donor?" Harry was puzzled. "Your brother." Harry did not know what to say for a moment. "Your brother's match result was a fake. I've known this for a long time. But Gloria doesn't care about it, so I do nothing." Harry wanted to say something. He found that Patrick was so indifferent. Patrick knew the truth, yet he chose to stand aside and watch the farce. "You know Gloria went to the bone marrow bank. Ever since she found out about your condition, she's been asking around to find a suitable donor. I
Patrick paused. The next second, he reached out to cover her eyes and then kissed the back of his hand over them. "You mean a lot to me," he said silently. "Gloria, don't think about running away again. For the rest of your life, you're bound to be with me. You can't get away without my permission." He had already lost his mind. He felt bad for her, yet such a feeling was surpassed by his longing to keep her with him. After everything was over, she said, "I hate you." He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he suppressed the pain in them and said, pretending that he didn't care, "Whatever." He thought, 'You can hate me. Even though you want to hate me, I'm the only one you are going to hate. I don't care about anything else, as long as I'm the only one in your world. You may choose to love me or hate me as you want.' It was just that the moment she said she hated him, he felt his heartache killing him. The day of Harr