After a while, the elevator opened.
Patrick was not surprised that Sean dragged another guy with him. "Come in." Patrick glanced at the two of them and didn't stop Stewart. "Where's the woman?" Stewart looked around with eager eyes. "This is Fittro Club, and there are plenty of women downstairs. If you want a woman, tell Christine and ask her to bring you one." Patrick said unhurriedly. Sean cast a glance at Stewart as if he was saying, "Are you an idiot?" "Patrick, this wasn't the woman you were talking about, right?" Stewart and Sean followed Patrick to the bedroom and saw a woman lying on the bed. They took a closer look and thought, 'Isn't she Gloria who was sent to prison by Patrick?' Sean's expression had a subtle change, but he didn't say anything so bluntly as Stewart did. Though he was as surprised as Stewart. "Check on her. See if she is alright," Patrick ordered. Sean was bDorian cast a faint glance at Luana as she felt her way to lift the quilt. Only then did he turn and leave the bedroom.The next day, upon waking, Luana opened her eyes and, after confirming the color of the ceiling above, breathed a sigh of relief.Thankfully, her temporary blindness had subsided; otherwise, she would be forever shrouded in darkness.After getting out of bed and freshening up, she picked up her smashed phone and pressed the power button. It wouldn't turn on.She had thought only the screen was broken, but apparently, the phone was completely damaged.Recalling that her old phone supported dual SIM cards, she quickly retrieved the sealed bag, took out the phone, and inserted the new SIM card.Once the card was in place, she powered on the device and opened her messages.A flood of texts poured in.There were annual condolences from her colleague Sabrina.Others wished her peace in the afterlife, free fro
Luana fell to the ground, her pale face etched with fear and wariness.Dorian crouched down, illuminating her eyes with his phone light. Seeing no reaction, he understood."Dr. George said your eyes still have complications. You must protect them—no crying, no overexertion. Yet you never listen."He extended his slender hand to her and said indifferently, "Let's go. I'll take you home."Hearing the word "home," Luana found it bitterly ironic. "That's your home, not mine."She had no home, never had one. She thought finding her sister would mean finding a home, but this man who claimed to be her sister's man had locked her in a car, nearly suffocating her to death, for coming home late. How could she go back with him?"You bought that house for my sister. It's hers and mine," Dorian said nonchalantly.The bitterness in Luana's smile deepened. "My sister ended her life to escape you. Clearly, she didn't love you. The house and car
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