Time ticked by. Gloria raised her wrist and glanced at her watch for the third time. Patrick's eyes were fixed on her.
The ringing sound of the phone broke the strange atmosphere in the room. Gloria pressed the answer button. She asked, "Have you arrived?" On the phone, she could hear Sean's voice together with hurried footsteps. "I can't go. I'll leave Patrick to you for the time being." Gloria became anxious and called out, "Wait a minute. Leave him to me for the time being? Isn't Hank there?" "Hank is not free. All his men are busy now." Gloria laughed out of anger. "What do you mean by that?" Sean sneered and asked Gloria, "He was shot in Italy. Don't tell me you think it was a coincidence." "What do you mean?" "Stewart will stay in Hammond Group. Hank and I are going to Rome. Think about it. He is not short of bodyguards, but why did he still get shot?" Sean said quickly. Gloria was silent. AlthoughThe bedroom door suddenly opened. Gloria looked up and saw that Patrick had a poker face and returned with a blanket in his hand. Without a word, he threw the blanket onto the floor beside her bed and unrolled it silently. "What are you doing?" She was even more puzzled and asked. Patrick lay down on the floor and turned his back to her deliberately. "You are not allowed to sleep here," Gloria said coldly. Patrick remained silent. Gloria shouted, "Patrick, go out!" Patrick got up from the blanket and turned to yell at her, "Just send me away tomorrow! I don't care! Don't even think about chasing me away tonight!" Gloria didn't expect that he dared to yell at her. "Gloria wants to drive me away. She is sick and no one will take care of her. She is unreasonable!" Patrick shouted again. Gloria was stunned and didn't know what to say. It was the first time that the eight-year-old Patrick had shouted at her. She look
Gloria locked herself in the bedroom for a long time. When she went out, drops of blood were on her pale lips, which betrayed her struggling heart. Everything returned to the past. Gloria walked to the living room expressionless and lay on the sofa in silence with a blanket. Patrick stood uneasily aside. He looked helpless and pitiful. "From now on, you are not allowed to enter the bedroom," Gloria said coldly. Patrick panicked. He asked anxiously, "Gloria, did I do something wrong? So, you don't like me anymore." Gloria looked down at the hem of her clothes in his palm. Mandy's words echoed in her ears. She reached out and pulled back her clothes and walked back to the bedroom. She left behind a ruthless back for Patrick. However, when she turned her back to him, she began to shed tears. Why did she cry? She didn't want to think about it, nor did she have the strength to think about it. The night ended s
Gloria walked home and was thinking about something. While passing a corner, she was suddenly pulled into an alley by someone. With no street lights in the alley, it was dark. A few seconds later, Gloria saw several rogues. They surrounded her with baseball bats in their hands. She became alert and leaned against the wall. "What do you want?" The rogues looked at each other, laughing and ignoring Gloria's question. "Do you know me?" Gloria asked calmly and ignored their ridicule. "You are the eldest daughter of the Carter Group and a rich lady. We certainly know you," one of the rogues said. "Whoever paid you to come here, I will pay double." Gloria tried to come up with a solution in her mind. "Miss Carter, you are half crippled. Do you think you can run away? The person who paid us did not intend to kill you. He just asked us to cripple one of your hands." The head of the rogues laughed. Gloria's mind was a mess.
"I want to see her." Gloria made a decision and said in a low voice. It was not a plea, but an order. Dexter was tactful and knew that Gloria would not give in. He nodded. "I'll take you there." Dexter was clear that Gloria wanted to see Lillian immediately. Since she asked him out at midnight with a single phone call, it meant that she had made up her mind to handle this mess. Also, Dexter knew clearly that Gloria would no longer trust him as before. He did not bother to say more, but led Gloria to a small apartment that he owned. When the doorbell rang, Lillian opened the door and said in a sleepy voice, "You're back. Was the thing so urgent? Was your boss so bored?" "She is not bored, and she is here to see you." A cold voice made Lillian sober in an instant. "Why are you here?" Lillian blurted out in surprise. Lillian did not change much and was even more attractive than before. Gloria enjoyed
Gloria looked at Lillian meaningfully. "You threaten me with the Carter Group?" "Gloria, sue me. By then, the whole world will know that the Carter Group is an empty shell. You will lose everything. Then, can you still question me with such an attitude?" Lillian hated Gloria so much. She thought with hatred, 'Gloria had once been so humble, yet she lived a better life than me after three years! She is so low and cheap. How can she surpass me?' "You are actually good at nothing! You inherited your father's property. Everything you own belonged to your family, and you robbed it from them. Gloria, you are not only lowly but also vicious. You don't even let go of your family!" The more Lillian spoke, the more emotional she became. Dexter's hand was trembling, and he slapped Lillian. "What nonsense are you talking about? Miss Carter has said that she wouldn't pursue the matter. Why are you still making a scene?" Lillian suddenly went mad
At midnight, the temperature dropped abruptly. Gloria woke up when she heard the noise. She listened carefully and found that it was the sound of Patrick rubbing his clothes. She sat up quietly and looked under the bed. She found it strange. Sleeping on the sofa in the living room was much better than sleeping on the floor in her bedroom. If it were Gloria, she would rather choose to sleep on the sofa. Patrick was trembling all over. He wrapped his hands around his body and curled into a ball. "Are you awake?" In the darkness, Gloria asked slowly in a calm voice. The bedroom was silent. No one responded to her. "Stop pretending to sleep," Gloria said lightly. After a while, Patrick finally turned over. He opened his eyes in embarrassment and looked at Gloria. "Gloria," He called out in a low voice to show that he was awake. On the bed, Gloria moved. She said, "My feet are cold." Patrick immediately
"Patrick!" Gloria pushed Patrick away, and the quilt fell to the ground. She glared at Patrick's lower body under the pajamas and shouted, "What are you doing?" "Gloria, I couldn't bear it," Patrick said with a flushed face. Looking at his innocent face, Gloria was even more furious. With a cold face, she got out of bed without saying a word. She ignored Patrick and went to the bathroom. She scolded herself inwardly as she walked, 'I was such an idiot. How could I allow Patrick to sleep on the bed?' When Gloria thought of what had just happened, she kept wiping her hand against her pajamas, until her skin was rubbed red. After washing up, she returned to the room. But Patrick was still there. "Why are you still here?" Patrick stared at her with his innocent eyes. He leaned against the wall at a loss and panted slightly. "I feel hot, Gloria. I couldn't bear it." Gloria clenched her fists. She knew why he was feel
In a room near the luxurious banquet hall stood a man and a woman. "Relax," Lucas, in a light-colored suit, approached Gloria's ear and whispered. Gloria took a small step back, yet no matter how imperceptible her movement was, Lucas still noticed keenly. He took a few steps back gentlemanly and said with a chuckle, "Gloria, just relax." She clenched her fists, feeling the sticky sweat in her palms. Of course, she would be nervous. The person she was about to meet was very important to the Carter Group. "Actually, there's no need to hurry. He comes here every year for a holiday, and usually, he will be staying for a month or so." Lucas' voice was elegant and deep like a cello. "So, Gloria, you really don't need to see him right after you get off the plane." She shook her head. Even now, her heart was still a mess. After what happened that time, she fled without telling anyone. Only she knew what she was running away from.
She sat stiffly on the sofa for a long time, her fingertips absentmindedly rubbing the embroidered pattern on the edge of the sofa.Then, using her elbow to lever herself up from the armrest, she rose slowly. Her knees bent slightly before straightening abruptly, as if she were using all her strength to walk back to the bedroom with mechanical steps.The metal door handle felt cold in her palm.As she pushed open the window, the headlights of the matte-grey Koenigsegg downstairs were reflecting a cold light. The raindrops sliding off the car's streamlined body fell to the ground, like the tears she had not shed last night.Her eyelashes suddenly trembled violently, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the window frame, and the scar on her chest, where the surgery had cut and sewn her up, seemed to be burning.She slammed the window shut, the aluminum frame clattering against the glass, then grabbed the curtain cord and yanked it forcefully. The heavy velvet curtain fell like a black
Cline's bloodshot eyes slowly lifted toward the lit villa. "She kept saying she's Dorothy, not Luana. So she's using that identity—and married Dorian with it." He frowned."She loved Albion so much. There must be a reason she married Dorian."His thoughts darkened like a storm approaching."Go investigate Dorian and Dorothy," he ordered Russell coldly."Yes, sir," Russell replied respectfully.As Russell turned to leave, Cline stopped him."One more thing...""Yes, sir?"Cline's lips parted slightly as he slowly said, "Check if Dorian saved Luana from the crematorium. Start there."George had mentioned that if the body wasn't damaged and the brain was still active, a heart transplant could save a person.Luana's body had no defects, which meant she must have been secretly taken away before cremation.Whoever took her also gave her a new heart, allowing her to survive.Cline suspec
He didn't blame her. He only hated himself for not cherishing her while she was still by his side.Clenching the letter in his hand, he stumbled and slowly turned to leave.His once-proud figure now seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him down."Cline…" Just as he leaned on the car door, preparing to leave, her familiar, tranquil voice called out to him.Hearing his name, he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto her slender, fragile figure under the streetlight.This was the person he'd missed for three years. Just her soft voice was enough to make him want to run to her and hold her tight.But reality was a cold shower, dousing his fervor.He took a step forward, but she retreated three steps, panic in her eyes, as if he were a monster."Don't come closer," she said calmly, her voice clear and unrippled."I've said all I need to. Please don't disturb me again."Cline had hoped she'd called him ba
Cline released Luana with a hint of despair, staggering back a step.His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Never at all?"Luana's lashes fluttered, her composure unwavering as she shook her head again.The smile on Cline's lips deepened with bitterness. "What about these, then?"He pulled out a letter he'd carried always, holding it before her. His voice cracked, his eyes red as he repeated, "What do these mean?"Luana's gaze fell on the perfectly preserved letter, and her expression froze—a chord struck deep within.She wondered when exactly she'd lost all hope in him.Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he held her close, their intimacy shattered by his cold words, "Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll love you."She'd felt like ice, realizing she was nothing to him but a vessel for his emotions. Yet now...Luana slowly lifted her eyes to Cline, his composure completely undone.Whe
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched
Clarissa watched Luana's fingers tighten around the phone until her knuckles whitened. "When I first saw those messages flooding in, I tried luring him out myself—posed as you, planned to bring the cops. But instead of catching a creep, I got..."She trailed off, the memory of the man in the café still prickling her nerves.A man as cold and heartless as Cline—why would he cling to memories of Luana like this?"Anyway," she shrugged, "he never showed. Guess some ghosts stay buried."Luana's voice was a whisper. "These things... they should've been my fight. Not yours."Clarissa cut her off, "If it were me in this mess, you'd do the same. So quit with the thanks already."Luana nodded meekly, her lashes drooping as she glanced back at the phone screen.The mystery gnawed at her—Mr. Night's messages reeked of obsession, yet he hid in plain sight. Why?She couldn't fathom it, and frankly, didn't care