Gloria thought, 'What if I could go back in time? What if I get to choose again?
I think I would still choose to work with Lucas because I had to keep the Carter Group going.' Gloria pulled out the chair and looked deeply at Lucas again. Then she turned around and left decisively. As he watched her walking away step by step, staggering, he said, "Gloria!" Lucas' deep voice was as magnificent as a cell, it echoed behind her. He looked at Gloria's back, ignoring the sudden sense of loss in his heart. He felt that he had lost something very important. He shouted at her, "The woman I choose will keep her hair long just for me! That woman will be the love of my life!" Gloria did not stop. She stood with her back to Lucas, and there was a smile on her delicate face. She said in a tender voice, "Good luck. And goodbye." At the dining table, Lucas put the last bit of pasta into his mouth. He chewed hard and closed his eyes.After what felt like an eternity, Dorian approached and rolled down the passenger window. He leaned in, looking at Luana, whose face had turned pale from oxygen deprivation. "Still not returning home on time?" he asked.The cold air from outside offered Luana a momentary respite from the suffocating heat.She pressed against the window, gasping for air. Once the suffocating feeling subsided, she lifted her reddened eyes and glared at Dorian coldly, without uttering a word.Dorian was momentarily taken aback by her gaze—it was the same look Dorothy had given him whenever she was hurt, filled with unspoken sorrow.The memory of Dorothy sent a pang through Dorian's heart. He averted his eyes and stepped back, opening the door to release her.Luana, clutching her rapidly pounding chest due to the lack of oxygen, stepped out of the car with a cold expression.Dorian expected her to follow him back to the villa, but instead, she turned and r
So, the person giving her a hard time was Gehrmann.Clarissa didn't haggle and directly picked up the wine bottle, drinking it down in one gulp.Floyd was stunned. He had been so obvious, yet this woman still didn't get it?At a time like this, she could have coaxed Gehrmann or acted cute, and the matter would have been settled. Instead, she chose to drink. How foolish.Floyd sneered and glanced at Gehrmann, who was lounging in the shadows.Dressed in a white suit, holding a wine glass, legs crossed, he exuded the air of a wealthy playboy.Though he appeared indifferent, his eyes occasionally flicked to the woman steadily drinking bottle after bottle.She wore a black deep-V gown that accentuated her curves, looking both sexy and innocent under the lights.Her striking features flushed pink from the alcohol, making her fair skin glow.Her poised demeanor outshined all other women present.Many found themselves cap
Luana knew Clarissa was worried, so she quickly whispered to reassure her, "Clarissa, I've divorced him. Don't worry."Hearing this, Clarissa's tension eased. "If you're divorced, there's no need to go back to him."Luana glanced at Dorian, who pretended not to listen, and gave a bitter smile. "Clarissa, he won't give up my sister's heart."Clarissa understood that although Luana was divorced, her freedom was still controlled by Dorian.Seeing Clarissa's furrowed brow and anxious expression, Luana gently patted her hand to signal it was alright.As they were about to chat some more, Dorian lost his patience. He stood up, grabbed Luana by the hand, and pulled her toward the door.Luana only had time to tell Clarissa that she'd come back the next day before being dragged out of the villa and into the car.As soon as they left, Clarissa received a call from the nightclub, informing her that someone had paid a large sum to see her and urg
After blocking and deleting Clarissa, Gehrmann casually threw his phone aside.At that moment, Cline entered the villa from outside. Seeing the phone on the ground, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed."Cline, you're back?"Gehrmann got up from the sofa. Seeing Cline drenched, his face filled with worry. "Cline, why are you soaked like that?"Cline ignored him, took off his suit jacket, and accepted a towel from a servant.He leisurely dried his hair while asking Gehrmann, "Why are you at my place?"Gehrmann sighed and replied with disinterest, "The weekend was too boring, so I came over for a couple of drinks."Cline cast him a cold glance. "I don't have time to drink with you."Cline had no interest in engaging with Gehrmann. After drying his hair, he headed straight for the bathroom.Watching Cline's noble and aloof figure disappear upstairs, Gehrmann let out a relieved yet resigned sigh.Over the past few yea
The weight of these revelations pressed heavily on Luana's heart, like a stone compressing her lungs.Clarissa understood—Cline had taken Luana away and convinced her of his love.But for Luana, who had brushed with death, this belated realization came too late.Clarissa gently patted her back. "Now that you know he loves you, what do you plan to do?"Tears streamed down Luana's face. "I've forgiven him, but I've also turned him away. Clarissa, he and I—we're impossible."She had made her decision before learning the truth, a decision sealed with a promise.The past, with its unavoidable regrets, had been left behind three years prior.Back then, they had plenty of time yet never once voiced their love...He misunderstood her cries for Albion in her sleep as indifference.Her heart, chilled by his emotional distance, never found the courage to speak.Their relationship was flawed from the start—a
Russell sighed as he watched the bodyguard follow Luana at a respectful distance.Cline loved her so deeply yet chose to let her go. Russell could only imagine the pain in his heart.He offered Cline a pack of cigarettes, "Take these to ease your mind..."Cline glanced at them indifferently, his expression returning to its usual cold detachment. "Throw them away," he said.He no longer needed such crutches. Some people, once buried in his heart, would accompany him for life.Russell was surprised that Mr. Moriarty, who had relied on smoke and alcohol for three years, could quit so easily.He glanced at Cline, who was propping himself up with one hand on the car window, gazing out sideways. In a daze, he seemed to see the Mr. Moriarty of the past.Before he met Luana, Cline didn't touch cigarettes or alcohol. He was aloof and dignified, indifferent and disdainful towards everyone and everything.Now, though scarred by love, Clin