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 thToby 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
Patrick looked at Gloria, who was lying on the bed. The expression on her face showed that she had given up her life. Even though Patrick was grabbing her neck, she did not resist. Patrick felt a sharp pain in his heart. Leo roared angrily in his mind. Leo began to fight for control of his body. It wanted to take over Patrick's body. It could not allow Patrick to hurt their mate. Patrick endured the pain and continued to pinch Gloria's neck. He shouted angrily, "Why don't you fight back! Why!" Did she want to die so badly? No! She cared so much about Mike. Would she rather die than beg for mercy? Patrick didn't realize that he was jealous of Mike. He went mad, like a boy desperately trying to get his favorite toy. Even though hurting Gloria made him feel agonized, he seemed to want her to give in. He did not realize that he didn't want Gloria to struggle, or beg for mercy. What he wanted was her loyalty. Patrick wanted
"I deserve this punishment," Gloria said calmly. She did not doubt it because of Sean's words. It was as if she had accepted her fate. Sean was very shocked. He had known Gloria since he was a child. Black Thorn Pack and Silver Spring Pack were adjacent to each other, and Silver Spring Pack was also very powerful. As the daughter of Alpha, Gloria had every reason to be proud. She was once flamboyant and happy. She had completed the shift at the age of fifteen, and her wolf was a silvery-white female wolf. Sean remembered that she was confident. The current Gloria, however, seems to have reached the end of her days. She was lifeless and spoke like an old lady over a hundred years old. Sean had seen her kneel to Patrick, but when he was facing this woman, he felt even more shocked. He could feel humbleness in her words. "Do you really think that you deserve all of this, Gloria?" Sean could not help but ask. Gloria
Patrick stood in front of the sofa, pondering over things related to Gloria. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him. Patrick was a werewolf, and he had a keen sense of hearing and smell. Thus, he knew at once that it was Gloria. Patrick turned his head. Seeing how tentative Gloria was, he began to get furious again. His wolf always emphasized that Gloria was their mate, but he never wanted to admit it. He hated to admit that the cowardly, humble woman in front of him was his mate. However, Patrick couldn't manage to ignore the fact that she was standing right there. Also, she could always affect his mood easily. "Stop right there. Where are you going?" said Patrick. "I'm going to work, Mr. Hammond," Gloria replied calmly. She sounded respectful, but Patrick could still sense her stubbornness. "Work? With your current condition? Do you know you almost died just now?" Patrick shouted in anger, again at Glor
"Clarissa..." Albert wept and pleaded, "My mom has cancer, I got fired from my job, and the baby still needs milk. For the sake of our years together, treat me like a beggar and spare me a little help.""If you were truly a beggar, I'd give you some money to send you on your way, but you're not..."A clear voice cut through the air, tinged with exhaustion, coldness, and a hint of ruthlessness. "You're nothing but scum!""Clarissa!""Gag him and get him out of my sight!"At the command, the bodyguards immediately seized Albert and shoved him into the elevator."Humph, this despicable man!"Luana followed the voice and spotted a familiar figure leaning against the bar.The woman had a slender figure, waist-length curly hair, and fair, slender fingers holding a slender cigarette, while her other hand toyed with a wine glass.She tilted her head, staring into the red wine in her glass, as if observing another world from afar
Upon learning of this possibility, Cline simply said, "Thank you," and hung up the phone.He gazed once more in the direction the black luxury car had vanished, now more certain than ever that Dorian had taken his Luana.However, he refused to believe they were husband and wife.Russell arrived with the bodyguards in a hurry, seeing Cline standing in front of the smashed Bugatti.Thinking Cline's car had been in an accident, he quickly approached."Mr. Moriarty, are you alright? Did you take too much sleeping pill and start hallucinating again?"For the past three years, Cline had been plagued by insomnia, clutching two mementos of Luana and struggling to sleep through the night.Russell, worried about his health, had obtained some sleeping pills from Eva.Little did he know, Cline had become addicted to them. Later, Russell found out that the medication could induce hallucinations when taken in excess.It was these hall
Cline's brow twitched, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded Dorian.He strode quickly to Luana, extending his hand with an unyielding tone, "Come with me."Before Luana could refuse, Dorian swiftly acted, his long arm encircling her shoulder and pulling her tightly into his embrace. A provocative smile played on his lips as he challenged, "On what grounds?"Cline's vision sharpened with pain, witnessing Luana clinging to Dorian, their bodies pressed close. A surge of rage erupted within him."Because I love her!"Cline's voice trembled yet rang out loud and clear, eight years of pent-up emotions bursting forth like a flood breaking its dam.Dorian, noticing the bloodshot eyes and the fervor in Cline's gaze, felt a flicker of realization. He glanced down at Luana in his arms.Her expression was calm, a faint smile curling her lips as if she had just heard an absurd joke, detached and indifferent.Not only did Dorian not l
Dorian rolled his eyes at the scene and impatiently pushed open the car door, stepping out to approach the Bugatti.He bent down and knocked on the window, "Dorothy, get out now."Luana, upon hearing Dorian's voice, froze for a moment before pushing away from Cline, who was still kissing her.Her breathing was slightly labored as she coldly instructed, "Open the door. My husband's here!"Cline's body stiffened. He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside.Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana.Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word.Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face.He muttered tha
Cline turned on the air conditioning, leaned sideways, and drew closer to Luana.His long, thick lashes lowered as he gazed at the petite Luana, his eyes revealing a longing he had never shown before."Luana..."He uttered her name as if it had taken all his strength.Luana opened her mouth to retort, but Cline suddenly gripped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into his embrace.He whispered into her ear, "I... miss you so much."For three years, he had thought of her obsessively, to the point of madness, sleeplessness, and even hallucinations from medication.Now that he had found her alive and well, how could he let her go so easily?A flicker of disbelief crossed Luana's previously calm face, followed by a cold sneer in her heart.Would Cline truly miss her? He had never cared before. How could he miss her now?Was it because she was gone, and he couldn't find anyone to replace Runa, that he reme
For the past three years, his heart had felt hollow, a persistent ache that never truly subsided.Now, in this moment of holding Luana close, his restless heart finally found its resting place.To Cline, having someone he longed for still alive was like reclaiming what had been lost.He held Luana tightly, his throat constricting with emotion, unable to utter a word, wishing only to merge her into his very being and feel her presence undeniably.Luana, however, was perplexed by Cline's behavior.It was uncharacteristic of him—cold and distant at their airport encounter, avoiding even a glance, yet now he was uncharacteristically intimate.She wondered if the three years apart had taken a toll on his mental state.Frowning, she struggled to push him away, but Cline easily restrained her wrist with one hand.He spun her around, pinning her against the car door.Before she could speak, Cline captured her lips in a kis
Luana stood outside the door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes as she contemplated Clarissa's changes over the years.Suddenly, the door creaked open from the inside.Angela, holding a child of about three years old, came into view.The little kid clutched a toy car, its round eyes wide with curiosity as it stared at Luana.Luana's gaze shifted between Angela and the child, a fleeting thought crossing her mind that Angela might be staying with Clarissa and Albert.Suppressing her doubts, she asked, "I'm a friend of Clarissa's. Is she home?"Angela froze, sizing up Luana from head to toe, unable to recognize the elegantly dressed woman with delicate makeup before her.It wasn't until Luana spoke that Angela's pupils contracted sharply, her face draining of color, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Y-y-y-o-u..."Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Angela retreated backward with the child, screaming at th
Dorian had just retrieved his suitcase from the baggage carousel when he spotted Luana approaching.He frowned slightly, his tone laced with displeasure, "Didn't I tell you to wait over there?"Luana rolled her eyes at him. "I was afraid you might grab the wrong luggage."With that, she slipped her phone into her small bag, took the suitcase from Dorian's hand, and began to wheel it away.Dorian, with his long legs, effortlessly kicked another large suitcase toward Luana. "This one's yours too," he said.Luana, though inwardly exasperated, shot a glare at Dorian's retreating figure and pushed both suitcases out of the airport behind him.Once outside, Luana handed the suitcase back to Dorian. "I'm going to meet a friend. Let's part ways here."Dorian tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an expression that seemed to question her intelligence. "You think I came all this way just to see you off?"Luana was speechless again
This meant he was giving her only one chance. If she refused, she would never be able to return home.Luana felt as if a heavy stone had settled in her heart, making it hard to breathe and preventing her from making a decision quickly.Dorian maintained his domineering posture, observing the shifting expressions on her face with a smug confidence, waiting leisurely for her response.Five minutes passed, and Luana took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright, I agree, but it's only a marriage in name."Dorian let out another faint sneer. "What else did you expect?"He picked up the diamond ring, nodded his chin, and gestured for Luana to extend her hand.Reluctantly, she stretched out her hand, and Dorian casually placed the ring on her right ring finger.After slipping the ring onto her finger, Dorian released her hand and looked into her eyes with his deep, dark gaze. "We go to the church tomorrow," he said.With that, he pocketed Dorothy's passport and turned to leave.Luana raised he