When Daley heard Alger's words, he immediately cursed Alger for being a bastard. Because Alger didn't want to offend others, Alger asked Daley to do so.
Gloria's gaze shifted to Daley. She said, "Moonlight Group was run by me and my grandfather. Why does the Middleton Family have to intervene in this matter? Mr. Middleton, you're a smart person. You should give up."
She didn't even want to waste time and asked Daley to give up Moonlight Group directly.
Daley was furious, but when his gaze fell on the pair of eyes behind Gloria, Daley felt extremely upset. "It would be a shame to fight with you."
He had already made his stance clear.
Gloria's gaze fell on Alger again as she said, "Three years ago, the decision of the Carter family was so decisive that there was no room for negotiation. We all know whether it was because you were really afraid of being involved or for other reasons. At this point, it is no longer necessary to mention the past. Alger, I came here today only because Moonlight Group was a gift from my grandfather. Let me ask you a question. If I offer you 50 million. Will you give the Moonlight Group to me?"
At that moment, the people present seemed to have seen the old Gloria from the thin and ugly woman in front of them.
Although she asked if he would give the company to her, it was obvious that she was determined to get it back. She would snatch the company if Alger refused.
Alger's face went from livid to red like a palette.
In front of so many people, he felt extremely humiliated being forced by the daughter he had cut off all ties with.
Alger cast a glance at the people around him, and those curious eyes made him feel even more depressed.
Camille stood up and said, "Gloria, we all know that Moonlight Group was given to you by your grandpa. If you want it back, just tell us. Your dad is a proud man. It's not a big deal to give it to you. If you had told your daddy properly in the beginning, he would have agreed. I will make the decision for your daddy and give Moonlight Group to you."
Gloria felt numb deep down. They were now saying such nice words. Yet they humiliated her in public and wanted to chase her away.
As long as she could get Moonlight Group back, she wouldn't care what they said anymore.
She borrowed 50 million from Patrick because she wanted to take back her business on her own.
Patrick left with Gloria. Mike, who was standing in the distance, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He murmured, "Gloria?"
Today, Gloria gave him a completely different feeling.
Mike was somehow interested. With his hands in the pockets of his pants, he left the Carter's villa.
"Guess who I saw today." As he walked towards his car parked by the road, he called Derrick and said, "I bet you won't believe it."
"Then I won't ask." Loud noises came from the other end of the line, and Derrick's voice was indifferent. He said, "Mike, do you want to come over?"
Mike listened to Derrick's voice and ignored him. Mike said, "I saw Gloria in the Carter's villa."
After a short silence, Derrick laughed again. He said, "Oh, so it's her. I'm tired of women like her. Did you call me to tell me about her?"
Mike sighed in his heart. He said, "Is that really the case? Derrick, if you really think so, why are you always in the bar?"
"Mike, this is how I am. I was acting stupid a while ago. That's it."
Derrick was getting impatient. He said, "Enough chatting. I am having fun now. If there is nothing else, I'm gonna hang up."
Just as he was about to hang up, Mike's low voice came from the phone. "You know about Moonlight Group, right? The banquet that Alger held today was an auction of Moonlight Group. Gloria borrowed 50 million from Patrick and bought Moonlight Group. Derrick, you have to think about it carefully. Gloria already got the Moonlight Group. In the end, you, an Alpha, may lose to Gloria."
This time, before Derrick could hang up the phone, Mike directly ended the call after saying this.
Mike opened the car door and got in. He had already done everything he could by dropping such big news to Derrick. It was up to Derrick whether he could walk out from his depression or not.
Thinking of Gloria, Mike had a complicated expression. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. He said to himself, "I'm sorry, Gloria. I used you."
If Derrick could pull himself together again, Mike would not regret it. After all, Gloria was that important.
Mike, the gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses, seemed colder than usual now.
As long as Derrick could cheer up, Mike didn't care if his words would make Derrick misunderstand Gloria and make Gloria suffer more from injustice.
The corners of Mike's mouth curled icily.
Meanwhile, Derrick's face had been sullen since he hung up the phone. He sat on the side and couldn't concentrate.
"Mr. Fisher, which beauty are you thinking so attentively about?"
A young man with curly, chestnut-colored hair smiled as he approached Derrick. He hooked his arm around Derrick's shoulders and held a glass of whiskey in another hand. "Mr. Fisher, let's drink!"
Derrick suddenly stood up. He raised his hand and overturned the wine glass in the man's hand. Derrick coldly snorted, "Who are you to drink with me?"
The man was stunned for a moment. The next second, he smiled and said, "Everyone, look. Mr. Fisher is so humorous."
As he was speaking, Derrick cut in and sneered, "You think I'm your friend just because I drank a few glasses of wine with you? When I'm in a good mood, I'll drink with you. Now I'm in a bad mood. So, don't mess with me."
After saying that, Derrick took out a stack of money and said, "I had fun with you guys these days. Today, it's my treat. Have fun."
With that, he lifted his slender legs and left the room.