Mag-log inGloria 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.""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







