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 holdThe 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 didn't plead with Warren. She knew Warren was determined to make her suffer. She knelt on the ground and crawled forward. Every time she moved, the glass shards would go deeper into her flesh. Christine wanted to tell Gloria to stop but was blocked by others. The Gamma of the Walter Pack said, "Christine, just stay put and watch quietly. If you upset Mr. Middleton, Gloria will suffer even more." The Gamma was both threatening and reminding Christine. Christine was anxious, yet she did not dare to act rashly. "My boss will be very angry if he finds out about this," Christine said. "Sure. Tell me, who is your boss? Who owns the Fittro Club? If he does get mad, just go ahead and tell him that we did this." Warren knew that the owner of Fittro Club was also a werewolf. However, he didn't think the owner would go against them for Gloria's sake. In Gabbs, though Warren and Lanny's packs weren't as formidable as the Black Thorn Pack, they
Gloria smiled silently. She was right. Gabrielle was not innocent at all. Gloria never bothered to explain herself to anyone. Gabrielle took advantage and lied to others repeatedly, letting others get Gloria wrong. "Are you smiling? Gloria, what's so funny? Are you smiling, because Gabrielle is dead, and you get what you want? Gloria, you're so shameless! Why are you still smiling? Stop smiling!" Lanny was annoyed by the strange smile of the woman kneeling on the ground. Flames of anger shot through him. Gloria raised her head and looked at Lanny while smiling, not making a sound at all. Her smile was utterly unsettling. The smile on Gloria's face was hard to describe and gave people a chill. Finally, Gloria opened her mouth. Her hoarse voice was harsh to everyone's ear. She said, "Lanny, thank you. I mean it." She thought, 'You shatter my fantasies. Thanks to you, I am finally willing to face my deepest suspicions about Gabrielle. I
Gloria took a sip of whiskey and started coughing. She coughed so hard that she spat most of the whiskey out. "Hey, Miss Carter, the wine is very expensive. Don't waste it," Warren said sarcastically. Those around them continued to jeer, "Drink! Drink up now!" Someone mocked coldly, "Miss Carter doesn't like it. Lanny, you should give her better whiskey." When one was cornered, everyone would love to rub salt into the wound. Why did they hate her so much? Gloria didn't know. Suddenly, someone punched the door, and everyone turned toward it. Then, he punched again, and the door was opened. A tall figure appeared. "Who the hell is that?" Warren complained. In the next second, he saw the person at the door and gasped. It was Patrick, the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. Patrick ignored the others in the room. He looked around the room with his sharp eyes and saw Gloria. Patrick panicked as he saw the bo
Patrick glanced at his watch. Then he looked at Gloria and said, "It's a quarter past ten now. You have less than two hours to transfer the money to the card." Gloria suddenly realized what Patrick meant. He didn't want the cash or the check. He wanted a million dollars on that card. "You can't do this to me!" she said. "Yes, I can." Patrick was suddenly in a good mood. His lips curled up. Gloria shouted, "You bastard!" She thought, 'He is so unreasonable! He is playing a word game with me!' "Let me down!" Gloria shouted in panic. "Christine, go to the bank. Take me to the bank!" Patrick pinched Gloria's chin and leaned over. His cold gaze fell on Gloria's face. He said in a low voice, "The hospital, or the bank? Gloria, I'm giving you a choice." He was so close to Gloria that she could see the fine hair on his face. "The bank," she said stubbornly. Patrick reminded her, "Do you want to die?" "I want to g
Looking at Gloria, Patrick asked, "Why did you tear up the check?" "It was just a piece of paper." Gloria's voice was calm. She didn't seem to have any emotion. Gloria's despair was hidden under her calm appearance. She gave up everything, including her dignity, in exchange for the check. However, she failed to redeem her freedom. At this precise moment, she felt despair. She was exhausted. Christine drove quickly to Black Thorn Pack's hospital. Sean was already waiting for them there. He quickly gave Gloria a checkup. "You're lucky," Sean said. "But you won't get so lucky next time. You don't have a wolf anymore, and you suffer from wolf poison from before. Don't you know that you can't drink?" Sean then left the ward and went to the corridor. Patrick was smoking there. Sean walked up to Patrick and asked, "What happened this time?" Patrick didn't answer. He just lowered his head and smoked. Sean was used to su
Gloria said to herself, "Don't bother. Don't try to make him believe you." However, looking at Patrick's calm face, she found it unbearable. She was tortured and he was the reason for her misery. Why should he look so relaxed? She said in a mocking tone, "Do you think Gabrielle was innocent? Do you think she was so perfect? Let me tell you something. She deserved it! She deserved to die!" Patrick suddenly raised a hand and swung it down at her face. Gloria's expression changed, and she subconsciously closed her eyes. She didn't feel the pain she expected. Instead, Patrick punched the wall. "Gloria, you may become humble or miserable, yet you are still Gloria to me. However, she is dead already. Why are you still insulting her? You make me sick!" Patrick couldn't have been more disappointed. He slammed the door and left. Gloria quietly watched Patrick leave. A few minutes later, she let out a hoarse scream uncontrollably. She threw e
Christine did not need Gloria to tell her about her past. She already figured out from the recent events that Gloria and Patrick had a history. Although Christine joined the Black Thorn Pack only two years ago, she had heard of Gabrielle's name repeatedly. She heard that Gabrielle was Damon's younger sister, the woman that Patrick fell for. Patrick rejected his mate Gloria for Gabrielle. However, one day, Gabrielle was killed by rogues, which not only infuriated Patrick, but also depressed Damon. Christine never got it. The Black Thorn Pack's Gamma did a good job protecting the pack, and the pack was safe. How could Gabrielle end up killed by rogues? She understood today, but she did not believe it. Because she knew Gloria. Gloria was a proud person and would never do such a thing. Christine raised her hand and stroked Gloria's head. She didn't ask Gloria why she didn't explain to Patrick and to prove her innocence. On
He set down the mirror, leaned back in the armchair, and propped his leg up, speaking with interest, "Luana, you're quite intriguing."Luana was taken aback. This man knew her name, indicating he knew her, yet she had no recollection of him. Who on earth was he?The man leaned forward slightly, his deep black eyes fixed intently on Luana's face. "Listen carefully, I am—"He paused, then his thin lips parted again. His clear voice reached Luana's ears, "Dorian Lamont."Dorian, Dorian... Luana searched her memory for this name but found nothing.She stared into his eyes, filled with confusion, eager to understand more.However, the man had no more to say. He rose and left the room.Shortly after he exited, a blonde, blue-eyed female caregiver entered.While assisting Luana in wiping her body, she chattered about something akin to a miracle, then left after cleaning up, without elaborating further.Once alone, Luana g
She quickly lowered her eyelashes, blocking out that scorching gaze.The man stared at her for a while, and upon noticing the flutter of her lashes, he confirmed she was truly awake.He straightened up, said nothing, and turned to leave, soon returning with an elderly man.The old man had golden hair and blue eyes, his head full of white hair. Dressed in a white suit, he looked spirited and elegant.The man led the elderly gentleman in, raised his slender finger, pointed at Luana on the bed, and asked with a frown, "George, how did she wake up?"George?Luana was taken aback. Eva had mentioned that Cline had contacted a renowned international heart specialist for her, and that expert was named George. Could this be him?George didn't respond to the man's question. Instead, he activated the medical equipment and began a full-body examination of Luana.His expression was focused, his eyes filled with disbelief.His reactio
Cline's face stiffened instantly. The body he had been barely holding together suddenly collapsed.Yes, Luana loved Albion, not him. What right did he have to stay here?He remembered how Luana had repeatedly asked him not to mess with her in the past...Since she despised him so much, if he didn't let Aibion be alone with her for a while, she would only hate him more.Thinking this, Cline slowly stood up and walked away without looking back.Calvert watched Cline's figure disappear, then turned back. He gently traced Luana's photo on the tombstone."Luana, forgive me for not telling him the truth—that you actually loved him... I just wanted to punish him for being so cruel to you... But please, don't blame me, okay?"With that, he kissed the tombstone one last time."Luana, I've passed the Coburn Group to my cousin and given all my personal assets to Clarissa. I... can come to stay with you now."Calvert took out
Calvert managed a calm smile, "Don't worry. I'm just fulfilling my promise to take care of you. But I have to manage the Coburn Group, so I won't be able to look after you in person. I can only support you financially."He lowered his eyes, filled with guilt, "I should have taken care of you both as soon as I returned to the Coburn Group, but my amnesia made you both suffer for five years..."Clarissa pushed the folder back, "I can't accept these. I can earn money myself."Calvert insisted, "Take it. Consider it compensation for my regrets over the years." With that, he got up and left."Where are you going?" Clarissa called out.Calvert turned back, his smile making her uneasy, "To visit her.""Albion, I'm the only family you have left. Don't do anything foolish," Clarissa's voice was choked with emotion.Calvert waved his hand without turning around and walked away.He bought a bunch of flower and went to the cemetery. In the
Clarissa had dreamed countless times that Luana was doing well in another world, much better than in the real one.She thought it was better that Luana didn't come back.After all, everyone must die eventually. Luana had just taken an earlier step.When her life ended, she would also go to that world to find Luana.Just as Luana had said in her dream, she would build a house there, waiting to welcome Albion and Clarissa when their lives in this world came to an end.Then, like after leaving the orphanage, the three of them would live in the same house, loving and taking care of each other.This way, the regrets they left in this life could be mended in another world...Clarissa came to her senses and looked at the letter Luana had left her, softly responding, "Alright..."She would live this life to the fullest and then find Luana in another world. She wanted to be sisters with Luana forever, never parting.Just as Clari
Gath traced the belt marks on her cheek with his fingertip in a mocking tone, "Came to see you... You've been doing so 'well' after leaving the Titlington family."Eva avoided his touch and coldly said, "You've seen enough, now go. I need to rest."Gath suddenly gripped her chin with a force that made her wince, "Eva, you're getting bold, huh? Speaking to me like that."Eva winced, but Gath let go as suddenly as he had grabbed her. She looked up and caught him avoiding her gaze."Gath, I'm hungry. Could you get me something to eat?" Eva softened her voice."Who do you think you are to order me around?" Gath raised an eyebrow."Someone you've been with. Does that count?" Eva fired back.Gath fell silent for a moment, then got up and left the ward.Eva watched him leave, her smile fading, her eyes cold and filled with loathing.'Gath, if you ever fall for me, I'll make you pay for all the pain you've caused!'No soo
"Do you know who she is? She's Sidney from the Preston family! You can't afford to tangle with her, so scram—"Zander let out a cold laugh, and the others joined in. "What a coincidence, she's exactly who we're looking for."Amid their eerie laughter, the man immediately abandoned Sidney, pushing through the crowd to flee.But he had barely taken two steps when a man in a black mask yanked him back.With a judo throw, the black-masked man sent him crashing to the ground, rendering him unconscious on the spot.Zander turned to Cline, "Sir, what shall we do with her?"Cline lowered his head, massaging his right hand that was oozing blood, as hatred surged within him.He was the cause of Luana's fatal injury, and now Sidney and Runa, who had humiliated her, deserved no less.He narrowed his eyes, his voice icy, "First, give her a hundred slaps, then..."He paused, his tone turning vicious, "Throw her into 'Nightfall'
Cline entered the study, unlocked a drawer, and retrieved a gold-bronze mask and a bottle of grey plant juice.He picked up a brush and carefully painted a wolf pattern on his neck.After finishing, he made a call.The recipient answered promptly, addressing him respectfully.Cline, gazing at the night outside, said coldly, "Tonight's targets are Sidney and Runa."The recipient responded promptly, "Yes, I'll come to pick you up right away."Cline hung up, his eyes cold and filled with malice as he looked at the manor lit by streetlights.Through the lights, he seemed to see the old mansion of the Preston family, and his eyes blazed with hatred.'Sheila, I promised my father I wouldn't kill you, but you've destroyed what I care about, so I'll destroy what you care about.''If you want to play, I'll play along...'Cline rewound the blood-soaked bandage on his hand and put on a pair of black leather gloves.He
Back then, he was young and naive, thinking that by attempting suicide, his mother would show him some kindness.But he soon realized that not all women who have given birth deserve the title of "mother."Ironically, the woman who wanted to torture him to death wasn't a wicked stepmother but his biological mother.The Moriarty family treated him with care, while the Preston family, his mother's side, devised ways to torment him.He had once doubted whether he was his mother's biological son, but investigations proved otherwise. He was her son, a plaything she intended to torture to death.His mother's method of torture was to force him to live and watch everything he cared about be destroyed before his eyes.Cline's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had once believed that all mothers loved their children and had yearned for maternal love.Now, he knew better. Cline lifted his hate-filled eyes and coldly regarded the woman in the whe