Christine didn't understand why she was so concerned about Gloria, a girl who had nothing.
In fact, she knew the reason, but she didn't want to admit it.
Gloria reminded Christine of her youth. Perhaps, this was her way to comfort the younger Christine before.
"There's no need. I'll eat at the cafeteria in the club."
Christine shook her head. Everyone thought Gloria was humble and self-abandoned, but they failed to see Gloria's pride under her humble disguise.
"You must have been a confident person before, right?" Christine asked.
Gloria trembled. She kept silent for a long time and then said, "Before? It felt like a lifetime ago."
"Wait a minute. This is for you." Christine handed a check to Gloria. "Mr. Wyatt asked me to give it to you."
"That's a lot of money." The number on the check shocked Gloria.
Christine smiled bitterly. "I was shocked too. Gloria, what did you do to make Mr. Wyatt so generous to you?"
He tipped Gloria a hundred thousand dollars. That was rare in Fittro Club.
"Christine, please help me deposit it." Gloria gave the check back to Christine.
Patrick got off the bed and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside quietly.
The cigarette between his slender fingers burned to the end. The ashes fell to the ground and burnt his fingers.
Patrick threw the cigarette butt and took out his phone. "Book a flight to Los Angeles for me. I'll leave early tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Patrick returned to bed and closed his eyes.
Patrick flew to Los Angeles, and even Christine didn't know about it. After all, Fittro Club was only one of Patrick's businesses, an insignificant one.
He lingered here only because he met Gloria the other day.
As the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack, Patrick was the head of the Hammond Group and was a busy man.
He wouldn’t just stay in Fittro Club.
Three days later, after Patrick left Gabbs, Gloria saw a familiar face in Fittro Club.
"Why do you prefer taking the upstairs?" Derrick was a charming man, so he could get any women he wanted and he was aware of it.
He didn't expect to meet Gloria in the stairwell while he was smoking.
She could still smell the nicotine from him.
Gloria opened her mouth and was a little confused. She asked, "Do I know you?"
"What? How can you already forget about me?" Derrick reached a hand toward Gloria's face. His gaze slowly fell on her lips, which didn't look juicy at all.
All of a sudden, he recalled the feeling of that kiss, and he wanted to taste it again.
Derrick touched Gloria's lips, while Gloria tilted her head trying to avoid it. Derrick was not angry but smiled, "Don't move."
But Gloria wouldn't stay still and let him do so. She was embarrassed and turned her face away.
"If you move again, I will kiss you right now," Derrick said bluntly.
Gloria's ears turned red. She wondered, 'What's the matter with this guy?'
Derrick was amused.
He thought, 'She blushed just because I said so.
Unbelievable!
Such women are rare nowadays.'
After Gloria learned how to shift, she met her mate, Patrick.
However, she wasn't like the other female werewolves, who met their mates and then lived with them happily ever after.
Instead, she was rejected by her mate and locked in the werewolf prison. She had gone through unimaginable torture.
Therefore, Gloria didn't have the chance to know much about men like most women in Fittro Club.
"I remember you. You are Mr. Fisher." She quickly changed the topic.
Derrick rubbed her lips with his fingers and said, "Your lips..."
He caressed Gloria's lips and felt an electric current spread from his fingertip to his limbs. He was stunned at the strange feeling.
Such a feeling only existed between mates.
Since his wolf did not respond to it, Gloria wasn't his mate, but why did he feel this way?
"I want to confirm something which is important to me," Gloria didn't know what Derrick was talking about.
With such a vague expression, no one would have a clue.
Gloria didn't have time to get his point, then his lips had already printed on hers.
Her eyes widened in shock.
What was going on?
What did he want?
Suddenly, someone coughed. Gloria snapped out of her daze and pushed Derrick away, who wasn't quite finished with her yet.
She turned to look at the person.
It was Lillian. "Sorry to disturb you guys," she said.
Lillian had not been doing so well lately.
Otherwise, she would use the elevator instead of taking the stairs.
And the scene she just ran into blew her mind.
She knew Derrick.
Many women in the Fittro Club dreamed of being with him.
But Gloria...
The man that every woman dreamed of was kissing an ugly cripple in the stairwell!
Lillian was fully aware that if she didn't want to get in trouble, she should walk away as if nothing had happened. However, she just couldn't. Was it because she suffered too much lately, or was she simply jealous? She had no answer to that.
When she saw Derrick kissing Gloria, she simply felt angry and jealous that she had to stop them.
Gloria saw Lillian and lowered her head slowly. Keeping silent was her current attitude toward Lillian.
"Mr. Fisher, I've got to go now."
Gloria's voice was unique. Derrick could stop her from leaving, but he didn't. Because he couldn't think straight now. So, he watched Gloria walk upstairs.
"Mr. Fisher, I am Lillian."
In Lillian's eyes, Derrick was everything she wanted in a man.
He was handsome and fit, just like a model. Lillian couldn't resist his charm and her heart was throbbing under her chest.