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. LucA crisp slap rang out. It was particularly clear in the corridor at night. Lucas' face went sideways. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek in disbelief. "That was quite a slap," Lucas said. Gloria's hand was shaking, but her eyes looked determined. She felt the pleasure of revenge. She said, "Mr. Norman, you enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds so much. Now you know. It hurts." After that, she angrily turned around and walked up the stairs, ignoring his reaction. Lucas was still standing on the stairs. He touched his cheek, which was in pain, and he did not chase after her. His eyes were flickering with an obscure light. He kept staring at her back till she disappeared. He walked downstairs, went out of the neighborhood, and got into the sports car parked on the side of the road, his cheeks burning. He touched his face again and sighed, "It does hurt." He picked up his
Lucas stood up, turned his head to look at the vigilant woman, and asked, "Aren't you going to send me off?" "No. Mr. Norman, close the door when you leave," said Gloria. "Isn't it a basic requirement in your line of work to see people off? Or, Miss Carter, do you think that I'm not a guest for you anymore, since you're off work and in your dormitory now? Miss Carter, maybe I should go to Fittro Club, the place where you work, to see you tomorrow. What do you think?" Lucas said casually. Gloria thought, 'Seriously? Are you threatening me again? How despicable!' Gloria gritted her teeth. Each time, Lucas always managed to make her grind her teeth with hatred. She said, "Mr. Norman, you are right. I shouldn't neglect my guests, just because I'm off duty. Mr. Norman, let me send you off." As she spoke, she walked forward while looking at the man next to her even more vigilantly. She thought, 'Who knows what's wrong with him? He
Gloria looked flustered and viscerally rejected Christine's statement. She quickly said, "Christine, I haven't changed." "Gloria, haven't you noticed? The expression on your face is no longer rigid. All I could see in your face before was a dull, lifeless look," Christine looked at Gloria and said. "Now I think you're more like a living person." Gloria opened her mouth. She wanted to say something to refute Christine. "Gloria, who made you change? Lucas?" It didn't seem that Christine felt glad for Gloria. She went furious instantly and rebuked Gloria sternly, "He's up to no good! Gloria, I want you to feel happy, more than anyone else. But this man, Lucas, shouldn't be the one to walk you out, because he could get you hurt again." Gloria did not speak. Christine exhaled hard and said, "Gloria, promise me not to see him again. I will arrange a new dormitory for you today." "No!" Gloria immediately looked up and called out. In the ne
Patrick would come to Gloria tomorrow. At the thought of that, she felt desperate and helpless about her fate. She had no idea where to come up with the rest of the money. Lucas left Gloria's dormitory building and sat in his car. He felt bored all of a sudden. He figured that it was probably the so-called emptiness he felt after the game ended. He started the car and was heading back to the Sea Moon Pack. Lucas' departure took away the glimmer of hope that Gloria finally traced back. She became soulless again. By constantly touching her wound, he continually made himself become a distinctive, unique part of her misery. Lucas was a playa. He knew every bit of the subtle change that was taking place in Gloria through his constant touch of her wound. Gloria had no idea, yet he did. In other words, he won the hunting game. The next day, the moment Gloria arrived at Fittro Club, she was called to the office by Christine. "Did you
Gloria looked at Harry in disbelief for a while. After that, she lowered her head expressionlessly and said, "Mr. Carter, then I won't make things difficult for you." "Gloria, don't be like this. I have no choice. Don't blame me." Harry took out his wallet and handed a stack of bills to Gloria. "Take this to buy yourself some food and clothes." Gloria stood there and didn't take the money at all. Harry grabbed Gloria's hand and stuffed the money into her hand. He said, "Gloria, stop acting like this and learn to accept others' kindness. Don't be as willful as before." Gloria looked at the money in her hand, and her heart ached. "I am a call girl, but I don't want money from your family!" Gloria said in a gruff voice. She threw the money in the air and the notes scattered everywhere in the elevator. "Also, you are no longer my brother." The elevator returned to the original floor it was on. When the elevator doors opened, Gloria ignored Harry and walked out. Then he gra
Gloria's shoulders trembled, and she clenched her hands into fists. Harry's sudden appearance caught her off guard, and she tried to restrain the urge to scream. She was furious because of Harry's remark about her. What did Harry know? He was the son of the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack. He had money, and he had the pack guards protecting him. When Gloria got out of the werewolf prison, she had only a few dollars on her. Where else could she go besides Fittro Club? There were so many packs in Gabbs, yet not a single one of them would take in a rogue who was an ex-con from the werewolf prison. Gloria didn't have a wolf, so she couldn't be a real rogue either. She might not survive a day in Shadow Forest. With trembling hands, Gloria took out her phone and glanced at it. She sniffed, raised her head, slowly turned around, and walked towards the elevator. She would not give in. Even if there were only forty minutes left, she w
Warren pulled Gloria's hair while making a gentlemanly gesture. He said, "Gloria, should I invite you into the room, or do you want to go in yourself?" Gloria knew very well that she was doomed today. Warren would never let go of her! "Mr. Middleton, I'll save the trouble for you," she said slowly in a hoarse voice. She pushed Warren's hand gripping her hair, and walked into the room as steadily as she could. Till now, Christine realized that there was something odd going on. She followed Gloria in. "Hey, everyone, come and meet Gloria," after Warren entered the room, he said to his friends in the room with a smile. They were sizing Gloria up with teasing eyes. Christine wanted to come to Gloria's rescue. She said, "Mr. Middleton, it turns out that you know Gloria. Unfortunately, she has other things to do today. I'll take her to see you properly some other time. We'll be leaving now." As she spoke, she stepped forward to hold
The Walter Pack, the pack Warren belonged to, was very close to the Silver Spring Pack. Gloria and Warren used to be good friends, and they even went to the same werewolf school. However, everything changed after Gabrielle died. The pain caused by Warren's insulting words was killing Gloria. Compared with that, being humiliated by those call girls from Fittro Club was nothing. Though humiliated by Warren, she did not talk back. She just looked at Warren and said, "Don't hit her!" "You want me to spare Christine? Alright. Then, beg me for mercy," Warren said with a smile. His attitude was frivolous, and his eyes were full of disdain as he looked at Gloria. "Gloria, don't worry about me. That's all he can do. He doesn't dare to do anything else. Just forget it." Christine looked at Warren coldly and she was in an embarrassing position. Christine was just an employee of the Fittro Club, so Warren could hit her as he pleased. However, Warren didn't kn
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