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He was taking revenge on Gloria. Gloria looked pale, and she could not utter a word. Soon, the werewolf guard took her away and locked her up in the prison underground. Prison life was not easy. On the first night, Gloria was pulled up while she was asleep. "What do you want?" Gloria looked warily at the werewolves who surrounded her with malicious smiles. Gloria said in horror, "Don't get any closer, or I'll call the guards." The werewolves were not scared at all. They looked at each other and laughed. Their leader pointed at Gloria's face and said, "What did you say? Call the guards? Did I hear you right? You want to call the guards?" As she spoke, she slapped Gloria's face and roared, "Go ahead and call the guards!" Gloria lost her balance, and her ears buzzed. She pressed her hand against the wall and managed to get up. Then, she made a sudden move. She slapped the leader. For a moment, there was silence in the cell. No one expected Gloria, a frail-looking werewolf, to have the guts to fight back. The burly werewolf was driven mad by the slap. Her eyes were red as she shouted, "Fuck! You bitch! Beat her! I'll cripple you! Alpha Patrick said that we didn't need to show her any mercy. Spare her life, we can beat her as much as we want!" Gloria was shocked. She felt a sharp pain that went from her heart to her limbs. She roared in her heart, 'Patrick! Patrick told them to do it! Patrick asked them to beat me!' Gloria trembled; her heart froze. That was why the guards didn't come to check on them after making such noise and these werewolves were so fearless. Gloria looked up at the werewolves. She stood up and ran toward the gate. She clenched the iron bars on the door and shouted, "Help! Help! They beat me!" Though she knew that no guards would come, she still pleaded for help. Her actions were futile. Gloria thought there might be the slightest chance that Patrick would not let the werewolves bully her. She still had faith in Patrick that he would not be so cruel to her. Suddenly, Gloria screamed. Someone pulled her hair. She stumbled and fell to the ground. She had never been in such a sorry state. Then someone pulled Gloria up. The werewolves kept beating and kicking her. She was groaning on the ground miserably. She wanted to shift, but she couldn't. After being rejected by her mate, Gloria's wolf was sad and weak and unable to help her to shift. The guard did not come. So, she realized that Patrick had indeed asked them to beat her. She stopped shouting, giving up fighting back those werewolves. Laughter echoed in her ears. Gloria asked for help, not because she feared being beaten, but because she still had faith in Patrick. After they got tired of beating her, they went to sleep. Gloria lay on the ground in pain, her tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. She had never been bullied like this and had never been so embarrassed. She fell in love with Patrick, her mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. But why did she have to bear Patrick's wrath and hatred after Gabrielle was killed? After the incident, Gloria said to everyone around her, "I didn't hurt Gabrielle." No matter how hard she tried, no one believed her. She told people that she didn't ask Gabrielle to go to the other side of the Shadow Forest. It was Gabrielle who was curious about the place where rogues lingered and asked her for an adventure. In others' eyes, Gloria was Alpha's daughter, proud and bold, while Gabrielle was sweet, obedient, and timid. So how could Gabrielle have volunteered to go to such a dangerous place? That day, Gloria's car broke down just as she was about to meet Gabrielle, so she was late for their appointment. But no one believed Gloria. Everyone thought she was lying. They believed she tricked Gabrielle into going to the Shadow Forest and paid the rogues to humiliate and rape Gabrielle. Gloria didn't need to do that because Gabrielle often said, "Gloria, I don't have feelings for Patrick. He is not my mate." If Gabrielle was Patrick's mate, Gloria would stay away from Patrick. But she was Patrick's mate. The rogues probably knew that they were in great trouble, and fled without leaving a trace. No one knew where they went. The country is vast. They could be hiding in any place. Gloria wanted to catch those rogues more than anyone else. She wept in silence. After the incident, she was sent to the werewolf prison. But she insisted that she was innocent and had not committed a crime. But now, she realized that she deserved to die, as long as Patrick believed her guilty. What happened today was all Patrick's plan. Gloria didn't know that in her upcoming prison life, there would be more "Alpha Patrick's orders" waiting for her. Patrick erased all the records of Gloria's life, including her relationship with the Silver Spring Pack and her educational background... The current Gloria was just a criminal locked up in the werewolf prison. After thinking everything through, Gloria wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up. Patrick had wiped off every trace of her life. The next morning, someone pushed Gloria rudely. "Hey, wake up. Go clean the toilet..." A female prisoner screamed in fear. "She is dead!" A bolder female prisoner rushed over and placed her finger under Gloria's nose. After a while, she felt Gloria's weak breath. "Quiet! She's still alive! Call the guards!" Gloria was still alive. That may not be a good thing, though. More humiliation and torture were waiting for her, which would drive her mad and make her a different person."This technology was jointly developed. The patent cannot belong entirely to your side..."Cline slowly looked up only when the topic shifted to him. He looked at Pete, whose face was red with anger from the argument with the Moriarty Group employee.One of Moriarty Group employee saw Pete dared interrupt Cline. He slammed his hand on the table and scolded, "How can you even mention joint development? Our people have been doing all the research for the past three months! And you guys? You couldn't even calculate a single set of data! You still have the nerve to ask for the patent!"The employee was about to continue, but Cline lifted his chin toward Pete. "Name the compensation you want. Just give me the number."Pete knew the Moriarty Group had endless money. He had spent so much effort trying to join this project just for this moment.Seeing Cline had read his mind, Pete stopped hiding his ambition and immediately made an exorbitant demand.
She clicked it open. It was a transfer from Clarissa. She was about to call her when she received a message from Clarissa."Luana, you can't be traveling without money. Don't even think about sending it back; I've already blocked your account."Seeing the message warmed Luana's heart. She replied, "Then I'll pay you back when I make a huge fortune."On the other end, Clarissa saw the reply and smiled slightly, but her eyes were fixed on the file folder on the table, lost in thought.After Albion left, he sent Vivian to return all the personal property Clarissa had previously given back to him.In addition, there were some things specifically left for Luana.Clarissa initially wanted to hand them over directly to Luana, but Albion had said to wait until Luana's wedding day.She thought about it and decided to respect Albion's wishes, so she didn't give them to Luana now.She just took out the bank card Luana had left for her thr
Luana called him "Professor Atkinson" when she was in a good mood, and just "Erasmus" when she was annoyed. He was long used to it.In his opinion, Luana hadn't mastered the fundamental theories. It was impossible for her to produce anything decent.But he reached out and took the sketches anyway. The moment he saw the drawings, his expression froze instantly. A flash of shock and admiration crossed his eyes."You drew this?!"He immediately uncrossed his legs. He stood up abruptly and grabbed Luana's injured arm.Luana gasped in pain. She shoved him away. She held her arm, fighting the ache, and nodded at him.Erasmus stared at Luana in disbelief. He looked back at the sketches. The more he looked, the more impressed he became."I thought that after your sister died, I'd never find anyone with her kind of talent again. I didn't expect you to..."He suddenly remembered how he'd been mocking Luana for being "untalented." He imme
Clarissa was about to say that wouldn't work—she'd already tried it three years ago. Luana cut in, "He knows I'm alive, so he's definitely coming back for me. We can't just sit here playing defense; we need to bait him."Thinking fast, Luana put down her fork. She took out her phone and opened her contacts.She unblocked Mr. Night, logged into Messenger, found his friend request, and accepted it.She stared at his profile picture. After a moment's thought, she started typing."Mr. Night, since you know I'm alive, how about we set up a time to meet and clear things up?"Luana's message was simple and direct—just a request to meet.Knowing Mr. Night, he would definitely guess she was trying to set a trap.But since he was obsessed with her, he would likely agree just for the chance to see her.Luana's plan was clear: If he agreed, she'd call the cops immediately. She figured if they showed up with the police, there wa
Erasmus let out a breath. He looked back at Luana's pale face. When he saw her arm was still bleeding, he frowned slightly."Your old wounds just healed, and now you have a new one. Your luck is truly TERRIBLE. Your life is dramatic enough."Luana was used to his sarcasm. She just covered her wound and kept quiet.Erasmus loosened his grip on the steering wheel. He opened the glove compartment. He took out a small adhesive bandage and handed it to her."Here. Use this patch for now."Luana looked at the wound on her arm. Then she looked at the small bandage he offered. She felt a sudden sense of helplessness."Erasmus, you really are exactly like Dorian."After three months, Luana knew Erasmus was Dorian's student. They didn't just share a similar design style; their personalities were practically identical.Erasmus heard that. He broke into a perfectly symmetrical smile. He said stiffly, "Thanks."Luana rolled her eyes
She bit down with all her might, like a wild animal latching onto prey, causing the man's arm to bleed profusely and his flesh to look ragged and raw."Ouch! It hurts!"The man screamed in pain. He reached up and yanked her hair, trying to pull her off, but she held on tight, biting as if she meant to kill him right there.That man seemed completely unprepared for her fierce resistance. He immediately took the small knife in his hand and stabbed her arm.The moment the sharp blade broke her skin, Luana subconsciously loosened her grip.As soon as she let go, the injured man immediately yanked her hair and pulled her away.He fought through the intense pain and raised his free hand to slap her, but that Mr. Night stopped him.He still didn't say a word. He grabbed Luana's arm and dragged her toward his own car.Luana refused to go with him. She struggled desperately, trying to stall for time until Clarissa returned to the garage







