Divorced but Delighted

The group of people in the underground garage were shocked by the noise and stopped what they were doing. They looked at the door together.

When they saw that it was only Patrick alone, a contemptuous smile appeared on their face.

“He’s just an injured good-for-nothing. Who do I think he is? Don’t forget that we saved him from the mountain like a dog today.”

Gaelen, who was leading the way, stepped forward first, picked up a stick against the wall, and waved it in his hand.

“You ordered us to do dirty things and beat us up. Buddies, I can’t swallow this anger. What about you?”

Everyone echoed.

The noise echoed in the empty garage, deafening.

As for Cierra, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was completely ignored. It was as if she had been tossed aside by someone.

Blood flowed down her nose and blurred her eyes. She couldn’t see who the person was, but she vaguely thought about someone. She was a little uncertain.

The figure looks like Draven or her brother…

She couldn’t see clearly.

Patrick, who had barged in, was also bleeding.

He had a high fever for two days, and the wounds on his body had just been stitched up in the hospital this morning. When he came in, he fought with the yellow-haired man who was guarding the door, and the wound naturally split open again. But he acted as if he didn’t feel the pain and just looked at the group of people in front of him with contempt.

“A bunch of ants sure know how to make noise.”

Patrick sneered and casually lifted the suit jacket on his shoulder, revealing the hospital gown. It was a little funny, but because of the bloodstains on it, it looked even more terrifying.

He swept his gaze over the shabby-looking Cierra behind this group of people and revealed a playful smile.

“You made my savior like this. Tell me, how should I repay you?”

It didn’t seem like he was sincerely treating Cierra as his savior. He deliberately emphasized the words, and no one could tell if he was happy to see Cierra in her current state, or if he was sad that she was in such a state because of him.

But no matter what, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Patrick had bad intentions.

didn’t understand what he meant,

teeth, his face was a little distorted, and his words were not clear to hear.

don’t understand. You’re just here for this

as he ordered, the strange confrontation

curses rose along with the howls, adding a legendary story

thought that they would be beaten by two

to fight back,

than Gaelen Butter. He mumbled. curses in a vague voice, but the

him. First, he was beaten by a woman, and now he was beaten by her lover. How could

was unwilling to give up. While rolling on the ground, he felt

Gaelen saw Cierra lying not far away, he suddenly stood up, picked up a broken wooden stick on the ground, and walked toward the unconscious person.

of you, stop!”

roar stopped the fierce

of the voice and saw Gaelen holding onto Cierra with the broken wooden stick

slender neck. If it

face darkened slightly.

blood. It was unknown whether it

like that, he stood with his head lowered in the

his expression, Gaelen was confident

His face was full of ferocity as he said fiercely

smiled contemptuously as if he was looking at a very

a group of people can’t beat me and even used

you going to throw your weapons away or not? If

on Patrick’s face widened.

his hand, which was almost the same as the one in Gaelen’s hand. It had been broken so badly that could not

that this group of people were

and the people around him also took a step back.

of dangerous gangsters was the one to be

described as being afraid of

exception. “I’m not scaring you. Hurry up

Patrick verbally, the wooden spike in his hand poked at Cierra’s neck

slowly flowed down from Cierra’s neck, and there were

suddenly remembered the scene of him holding this woman hostage in