LOGINGloria arrived in the private room. She felt the air was strange in the room as she entered.
In the dim light, a few guests sat on the sofa with several call girls. Only Lillian stood in the middle of the room. When Lillian saw Gloria, she immediately shouted, "Gloria, help me!" The guests sitting on the sofa suddenly focused on Gloria, who became nervous in an instant. Some of the guests were werewolves. Gloria was startled, and her body tensed up for a moment. "I'm here to clean." As she spoke, her unpleasant voice was exposed. With that hoarse voice, the guests lost interest in her and turned back to Lillian. Gloria had been working at Fittro Club for a few months, and she knew how to keep her job. So, she learned not to poke into other people's business. Therefore, she ignored Lillian's pleading look toward her. Gloria was just a cleaner and could barely support herself. How could she help others? Moreover, Lillian was only a human and she had parents to protect her. So, the werewolves among the guests would not hurt her. ... Gloria came out with a mop in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. She lowered her head and began cleaning. "Drink this glass of wine and you can go out," a man sitting on the sofa said. Lillian looked mad. She gritted her teeth, trying to say something. However, Gloria hit the bucket with a mop, and the water in it splashed on Lillian's dress. Lillian glanced at Gloria. "Sorry," Gloria said in a low voice. "It doesn't matter." After that, Lillian looked at the guests in the room. She said, "I'm only taking a part-time job here during the summer break. I'm not a call girl. So, I won't accept your disgusting request." Gloria thought that she should not have helped Lillian because of what Lillian had just said. She was trying to remind Lillian not to speak just now. Many of the guests were werewolves, and some of them were very rich or with high social status. So, the employees here couldn't afford to offend them. It seemed that Gloria had helped Lillian for nothing and even attracted the attention of the guests. Gloria planned to leave after cleaning up. "Do you think you are Paris Hilton?" Another man said, "Since you are working here, you must do as we pleased." The man placed the wine glass on the table. He looked at Lillian and said, "If you don't drink, I will have to talk to Christine." As Lillian heard Christine's name, she began to tremble. Although Lillian worked there, her family condition was not good. Her father was in debt, and she hoped to make more money to support her family. If Christine knew what had happened, she would fire Lillian. So, Lillian quickly changed her attitude. "I'll drink." "Wait a minute." In the darkness, a low voice came through. Gloria had her back in the dark corner. When she heard the voice, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Fear gradually filled her eyes, and she began to breathe heavily. "Turn around," the man ordered. Gloria felt fear and pretended not to hear it, but then the powerful aura of the Alpha controlled her body. She could not resist the pressure of the Alpha at all, so she had to turn around. Her eyes were filled with fear, and she wanted to escape right away! Gloria was tortured in the werewolf prison for three years. Her wolf could no longer respond to her call, and she lost her wolf. After that, she felt that as Patrick's mate, her bond with him disappeared as well. "Raise your head," the man ordered slowly. Only when he gave an order did Gloria look up. Patrick, regal as an emperor, sat in the corner of the sofa. His arm rested on the arm of the sofa, and his chin rested on the back of his hand. He looked like an elegant gentleman, but his eyes, under a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, were fixed on her as if he were a hungry wolf ready to tear her apart. Patrick sneered and said coldly, "Long time no see. Aren't you going to say hello to me?" Gloria's voice trembled slightly. She said, "Mr. Hammond." Patrick narrowed his eyes and sized up Gloria... If it wasn't for the fact that he had seen her with his own eyes today, he would have almost forgotten her. Gloria had changed a lot. If the waitress didn't call her name, he wouldn't have recognized her. The light in the room was dim, and Patrick could only see Gloria vaguely, but even so, he had to admit that the change in Gloria was far beyond his expectations. "When did you come out?" Patrick asked nonchalantly. Gloria raised her head and looked at Patrick, hoping that Patrick wouldn't mention her previous imprisonment. Patrick was slightly surprised. He couldn't communicate with Gloria through the mind link, but he could still read Gloria from her eyes. He pointed at the wine bottle in Lillian's hand and smiled coldly at Gloria, "I know what you want to say. How about this? If you drink this bottle of wine, I will agree to your request." Gloria looked at the bottle of vodka in Lillian's hand with a pale face. Patrick stared at Gloria impatiently. "My patience is limited." His voice was familiar, and Gloria's face was drained of color. "Mr. Hammond, please spare me." To survive, Gloria had to give up her self-esteem and crawl on the ground to beg for mercy. "I beg you, please let me go. I will do anything except drink wine." Gloria wanted to live because this was the only way to keep her promise. She had once made a promise, and she wanted to stick to it. Patrick said with a poker face, "It was just a bottle of wine, and you knelt just to not drink it. Gloria, where are your pride and dignity?" Dignity? Gloria, who was facing so closely at the ground, revealed a hint of mockery and bitterness. What was dignity? Would dignity help her to survive? She knelt, and it was not because she wanted to avoid drinking a bottle but because she wanted to live! Gloria looked up at Patrick and then shook her head, " Mr. Hammond, I can do anything except drink." Patrick smiled faintly and said, "Anything?" She was the daughter of Alpha of Silver Spring Pack. For such a proud woman, could she really give up her pride? Patrick wondered if Gloria had already turned into a different person. "Anything but drinking." "Good!" Patrick snapped his fingers. Then, a man slowly walked out from the dimmed corner. "Mr. Hammond." The black-clad man was probably a guard from Patrick's pack. Then, Patrick said to Gloria while pointing at the man, "Kiss him, then, I won't tell others about you." Gloria's eyes widened. "So? Can't you do that?" Patrick smiled. "Kiss him, or drink the wine."He saw the caller ID. He didn't want to answer, but he had requested a favor from this person. He reluctantly hit accept.He frowned and used a long finger to slide the unlock button, his voice cold, "What do you want?"A gentle voice answered from the other end. "Cline, shouldn't I be asking you that?"Cline's expression was icy. He clearly didn't want to talk.The person knew his temper. She didn't beat around the bush. She went straight to the price, "You want me back in the country to reconstruct her burns and repair the damaged skin. Agree to one condition."A flicker of annoyance crossed Cline's eyes. "Name your price in cash. Don't give me conditions."She chuckled. Her tone remained soft, "I could. But I'm the only person globally who can take this kind of deep chemical burn and make it nearly perfect. If you want to negotiate, we talk. If not, I'm hanging up—"She was about to disconnect. Cline's voice cut in, cold and
She always thought Cline wasn't interested because she wasn't good enough. That was why she went abroad and worked hard to reinvent herself.Who would have thought that a man usually so cold to romance would secretly keep a girl who looked vaguely like her after she left?She planned everything, but she never saw this coming. The woman looked like her. So shy was he not interested in Runa?The thought of a germaphobe who wouldn't even touch her, yet held another woman while doing that, drove Runa insane.She glared at the emotionless Cline. She screamed hysterically, "Cline, no matter what, you promised Cohenli you'd marry me! You CAN'T break your word!"The smile on Cline's thin lips became colder. "You tried to get close to me. You deceived Cohenli. And you want me to marry you? DREAM ON!"He hadn't known the reason before. He might have married Runa for his brother's last wish. But now...Cline raised a long hand. He crooked a fing
The meeting ended. Cline tilted his head toward him. "Did you remember all that?"Gehrmann's face was etched with despair. "Why don't you just kill me now?"Cline shifted his cold gaze to Bert. "Give him a month. Just to sort out the project frameworks."Bert shot Gehrmann a look of disgust. "Make it two months. I doubt you'll get it in one."Bert's taunt fired up Gehrmann. He threw his phone down and rolled up his sleeves. Very 'friendly,' he punched Bert hard."I'll finish it in one WEEK!"Bert took the punch. He didn't say anything. He just sneered at Gehrmann, closed his laptop and walked out.Gehrmann hated Bert's arrogant attitude. He wanted to chase him and hit him a few more times. Cline stopped him.Cline looked out at the setting sun. His eyes used to be full of stars. Now they held only endless darkness.Gehrmann saw his expression. He dropped his playful act. He sat next to him and asked softly, "Cline, is th
Albion set the papers aside. A gentle smile touched his face.Luana lay on the bed, looking at him. It was like seeing the boy he used to be. The one in the back row of the classroom. He would rest his chin on his hand and watched her walk by through the window light. He looked just like this now—calm, controlled, elegant, and reserved.They looked at each other. It was a dignified farewell to the missed chance of their youth.After a long time, Albion looked away. He glanced down at his watch. When he looked up again, his expression was much lighter."Luana, it's a quarter after four. I have to go back to Washington."Guilt still weighed on her, but his eyes showed release. She finally swallowed the words she wanted to say.She spoke gently, just like when she used to send him off to a game. "Then be careful on your trip."His fingers clenched the contract suddenly. "Do you remember what a quarter after four means?"She
She hadn't finished. Albion cut her off. "Luana, you don't need to apologize. I understand anything you do."That made her feel worse. She looked at his pale face and didn't know what to say.Albion seemed to not want to press her. He spoke gently instead, "I came to give you a gift.""What?" She tilted her head, her bright eyes full of questions.He pulled a stack of legal papers from his folder. He slid them toward her. "The divorce papers. I rushed the marriage record through the County Clerk's office. You never explicitly agreed to it. I took the liberty of finalizing this divorce decree too. I'm sorry."She stared at the "divorce decree." She froze for a moment. She looked up. "Didn't we agree to start over?"His eyes showed reluctance. A sense of peace slowly surfaced. "We can't go back to how things were."Her chest tightened. She frowned. "Is it because I took that acid for him? Is that why you're..."He shook his head
After Cline finished feeding her water, he asked softly, "Need more?"Luana lightly shook her head. Her eyes fell on his distinct, bony fingers. There were burn marks on them.She looked up at him. "Your hand..."Cline curled his fingers slightly, avoiding her gaze. He used his other hand to pick up a clean cloth and wipe her lips.He didn't answer her question. Luana didn't press him. Her clear eyes surveyed the room. "How long was I out?"After wiping her lips, Cline answered, "Over half a month."She thought it had only been a few days. She hadn't expected it to be over two weeks.She woke up and saw Cline. What about Clarissa and Albion?She wanted to ask Cline, but she saw him gently cup her cheek. He helped her change her pillow.Then he brought toiletries. He started cleaning her face, her mouth, and her exposed skin.He did everything so naturally. It seemed this was how he had taken care of her while she







