All Chapters of Rejected, But Trapped By The Alpha King: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

　　"Tell me the whole story of that day again." Patrick's expression was so calm that no one could tell what he was thinking.　　Christine tried hard to remain calm. Clear-minded, she repeated everything that happened that day in detail. Her description was not exactly perfect, but it made her words more believable.　　Patrick did not say anything, because none of Christine's words made her suspicious.　　Besides, there was no point for her to bear the consequences of revealing something that had nothing to do with her.　　Patrick did not know Christine well enough. At least, he did not know who Christine was many years ago. The Christine he knew was loyal, selfish, and indifferent. That was why she could manage to look coldly at those men and women who indulged themselves in sensual pleasures in Fittro Club during those countless nights.　　Patrick believed that a person like Christine would not hide anything from him for something that did not benefit her at all

　　At the same time, in the Black Thorn Pack in Gabbs, Sean opened the door and smelt wine.　　He glanced at Patrick, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Who said he wouldn't drown his sorrows?"　　Patrick, who was on the ground, didn't care at all. Holding the bottle, he poured the wine into his mouth, surrounded by bottles of different sizes.　　"Say something!" Sean looked at the drunk Patrick with inexplicable sadness and anger deep in his heart.　　Finally, Sean could not stand it anymore. He grabbed Patrick by the collar and shouted at Patrick, "Wake up! You said you would find her as long as you lived, right? And look at you now!"　　Sean thought, 'I didn't buy it when Beta Kevin called me. In the past three years, even in the worst of his sorrows, Patrick has never drowned his sorrows in alcohol.　　Patrick once told me that he didn't even have enough time to look for Gloria. How would he waste time drinking his sorrows away?'　　"Patrick, ge

　　Kate in the guesthouse had seen the car coming over. She had a lively and cheerful personality. She tilted her head happily and said, "Gloria, is there anyone who booked a room online today?"　　Gloria enjoyed bathing in the sun on a lounge chair in the yard the most in the past three years. She reached out and rubbed her eyebrows. She was not very concerned about whether there was an online reservation.　　"Gloria, making money is important!" Kate was a bit furious. In Kate's eyes, Gloria was an unreliable boss making strange rules and caring little about earning money from the first day of business.　　"Of course it is," Gloria said something against her heart slowly, afraid that Kate would use a local accent to scold her again.　　"Gloria! Be serious! Did anyone book a room online today?" Kate asked.　　"Well... I don't think so." Gloria felt a little guilty.　　"Really?" Kate was so angry that she wanted to hit someone. She had never met such a boss bef

　　Sean copied the video clips from the flash drive into his laptop. Just as Sean was about to click it open, Stewart touched the back of Sean's hand and gave him a heads-up. "It can be hard to watch, be prepared."　　Sean didn't take it seriously at first. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He exclaimed, "What the hell?"　　He pointed at the video that was playing.　　"This is just the beginning," Stewart said indifferently.　　Sean shut up. The room seemed to be consumed by silence. Time ticked away slowly before they finished watching the video clips.　　Finally, the computer screen shut down.　　Sean's heart was beating rapidly.　　Sean reached out to take the cigarette from Stewart. After spitting out a large puff of smoke, he leaned against the back of the chair and said, "It should be destroyed."　　Stewart's hand trembled while he was holding the cigarette. He refused. "I'm afraid not."　　"We can't let him see it. He will go crazy." Sean felt lik

　　In the dead of night, Gloria went to the most remote house of the B&B. The look on her face was cold, yet the sadness in her eyes was more than obvious.　　"I'm here to see you," she said in a hoarse voice, yet there was no one else in the house except her.　　The room was dark, but she knew it so well that she walked forward untroubled.　　She fumbled on the table, lit a candle she found, and it illuminated the picture on the table.　　It was a portrait of a girl. She looked at it and said, "Mica, I miss you very much."　　Mica was smiling brightly in the portrait. Gloria did not have Mica's picture. She asked a wandering artist who traveled to Waikiki Beach to draw Mica's picture based on her memory.　　Gloria clenched her fists tightly, feeling bad.　　"Mica, if you still don't show up in my dreams, I'll forget your face soon." Gloria didn't want to say that she was lonely, but it was the truth.　　She missed Mica, but Mica didn't appear in h