Lillian had now lost her job at Fittro Club as well as Derrick.
She was now looking for a new job. However, it was almost impossible for her to land a job with generous pay like Fittro Club. What was more, her voice had become hoarse and unpleasant after she was punished by Patrick and Derrick. All of this added up to her anger and resentment. Of course, she refused to leave just like that. "You can't get rid of me," Lillian said as she raised her head. Gloria nodded. She picked up her phone and called Christine. She said, "Christine, I would like to ask you to pass a message for me to Mr. Hammond. Tell him that I'd like to take back my plea. I no longer want Mr. Hammond to spare Lillian's life. I'm willing to pay any price for that." Lillian heard Gloria's every word. Immediately, Lillian's face turned pale. She quickly said, "Gloria, no!" Gloria did not hang up the phone. She glanced at Lillian and said to Christine over the phone,Early the next morning, Gloria came to Fittro Club. She put her things into the locker, came to Christine's office, and knocked on the door. "Christine, I'll have to ask you to save for me again," Gloria said and put a stack of bills on Christine's desk. Christine gawked at the money on the desk for a second and asked, "Who gave it to you?" Christine thought Emily had arranged a new job for Gloria. Gloria didn't think too much about it. She briefly explained to Christine what happened last night. Christine frowned deeply after hearing Gloria's words. She looked at Gloria and said, "Him? Gloria, didn't I tell you to stay away from this man?" "But he gave me money," Gloria said. Christine felt a little helpless. If someone other than Gloria had said this, Christine would have despised the person a lot. However, she knew Gloria well. Gloria wanted to get rid of Patrick. Therefore, she had to earn a million dollars in a mon
Derrick dragged Gloria out of Fittro Club. Gloria thought Derrick would take her to some restaurant in downtown Gabbs, but he took her to the back of Fittro Club building. He shifted quickly in front of Gloria, and his wolf was gray-black and huge. He lowered his head and gently bit Gloria's hand with his canine teeth. Gloria put her arms around Derrick's wolf and got on his back. Carrying Gloria on his back, Derrick spread out his legs and started running. She was so light for him and so he could still run at full speed. He ran and took Gloria to a town near Shadow Forest. Derrick put Gloria under a tree, and then he walked behind the trunk and shifted back to human form. "This is the Blood Moon Pack." Derrick walked up to Gloria. He took her to the pack territory. Gloria was not used to her hand being held, but Derrick wouldn't let go. She pulled her hand back several times, yet every time, Derrick would hold her hand again
Gloria found herself despicable. In fact, she had thought about asking Derrick for help, to buy back her freedom from the Fittro Club. "Do you want to say something?" Just as Derrick dropped Gloria off at Fittro Club's door, he suddenly pulled her and asked. "No. Nothing." Gloria felt dry in her throat. She couldn't ask the question out loud. She glanced at Derrick, turned around, and walked towards the club's door hastily as if she was running away from something. However, because of her leg, she couldn't walk fast. She tried to move forward as quickly as she could while dragging her injured leg, like a clown. Gloria did not dare to look at the man behind her. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself and thought, 'You are so hideous, Gloria!' She stood in front of the elevator. The doors opened. She was about to enter. Then she looked up and saw Patrick's angry and cold face. Gloria took a step back. Her guts told her that the man in f
Patrick opened his eyes in the dark and glanced sideways at Gloria, who was asleep in his arms. His gaze fell on her neck, which was covered in hickeys. And then he closed his eyes again. To Patrick's surprise, Gloria left so many bloody bite marks on his shoulder. He didn't get it. Why did he let her do it? And why did he kiss every part of her body so madly? His instinct urged him to get close to Gloria, to make her his. He didn't want to control himself. Patrick also said to himself, "Don't think about it." The next day, when Gloria woke up, her eyes were bloodshot. She gave herself a few seconds to react. Then suddenly, she remembered what happened yesterday. She quickly sat up and looked around. Patrick had already left. As she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a dull pain in her heart. When she got up, she realized that she slept all night while being completely naked. She actually fell asleep next to Patrick!
In the Sea Moon Pack, Mike glanced at Lucas, who was sitting on the sofa in his office, and said, "You seem to be in a good mood these days." "Why shouldn't I? I've come across a very interesting prey," Lucas said with a smile. Mike put the document down, looked at Lucas, and said seriously, "Lucas, stop it. There's nothing funny about it." "Mike, you are an Alpha. Don't you know that hunting is a very elegant sport?" Lucas said. "If hunting is indeed so much fun, how come you've kept going after different prey over the years?" Mike frowned. Lucas raised his index finger and shook it. "The fun of hunting lies in the process. That's what I enjoy. The process is all that matters. Get it, my Alpha?" Mike instinctively frowned. "I'm not that sick like you." "I know Melissa was the only one for you." Suddenly, Lucas found it hard to finish his words. He sensed that Mike had released the Alpha's pressure, which was so suffocating t
Lucas did not care about Gloria's attitude. With an indifferent smile on his face, he said, "Wounds should be treated. Leaving it will only make things worse." "It's none of your business," Gloria said coldly. Then she remembered that she had just received 20 thousand dollars from Lucas, so she adjusted her tone and continued, "Mr. Norman, please don't kiss my forehead again." Lucas looked at Gloria suggestively. He said gently, "Then can I kiss you?" He quickly pecked at her lips after finishing speaking. Gloria lowered her head. A hint of disgust flashed across her eyes, and Lucas did not see it. Gloria asked, "Mr. Norman, the kiss is included in the money, right?" Lucas wasn't offended. Instead, he was very satisfied with the prey he had his eyes on. As he expected, Gloria was not as timid as she let on. "The money includes the kiss on your forehead," Lucas said, feeling pleased. Then he left Gloria's room and stood in the doorwa
Gloria went back to the Public Relations Department lounge and sat inside. She was the only one there. Time ticked by, and soon, it was time to go home. Same as yesterday, she received no work at all. Gloria was not stupid. She had been out of work for the last month, sitting on her hands. She vaguely had a theory about the reason why. She left Fittro Club and went back to her dorm. She walked up the stairs, and just like yesterday, she saw Lucas at her door. This time, Gloria did not ask anything. She just took out her key in front of Lucas and opened the door. Then she said, "Come in, Mr. Lucas. I'll make you something to eat." Lucas looked at Gloria's back as she cooked in the kitchen in an orderly manner. The corners of his mouth curled up since he was in a good mood. He ate up as usual. When he put down his knife and fork, there was a check for 20 thousand dollars at the corner of the table. "I guess the food I make is m
Gloria didn't look embarrassed at all. She said frankly, "Mr. Lucas, I never said that the food I cooked was worth 100 thousand dollars. You gave it to me because you thought it was worth it. I was short of money, so I accepted it. Why did I accept it, though I knew it was not an equivalent exchange? Perhaps you have forgotten that I am a woman who will do anything for money. I'm a call girl. I'm not a socialite. I need money. I need one million dollars. It means the world to me. If I don't come up with this money by the deadline, I'm going to lose something very important." "That has nothing to do with me." Lucas was expressionless. He did not care about anyone else. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "I have wasted a lot of time already. Miss Carter, I have disturbed you for a long time now. There's no need for us to meet again in the future." "I thought so, too. That's why I walked you downstairs." She thought for a moment. Then she said, "Mr. Luc
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