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.

they didn’t understand what he meant, he was

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

I don’t understand. You’re just here for this woman. Buddies! Get your weapons!”

as he ordered, the strange confrontation

the howls, adding a legendary story to the originally

this group of gangsters, who made a living by fighting, had never thought that they would be beaten by two

the strength to fight back, Patrick also suffered heavy

serious injuries was none other than Gaelen Butter. He mumbled. curses in a vague voice, but the next second, he was attacked somewhere and

now he was beaten by her lover. How could all the bad

to give up. While rolling on the ground, he felt a strong hatred

eye, when Gaelen saw Cierra lying not far away, he suddenly stood up, picked

of you,

stopped the fierce

holding onto Cierra with the broken wooden stick

If it went any deeper, it would

face darkened

was unknown whether it was his or

lowered in the

confident that

back. His face was full of ferocity as he said fiercely to Patrick, “Throw away the stuff in

narrowed his eyes and smiled contemptuously as if he was looking at a very

people can’t beat me and even used such

throw your weapons away or not? If you don’t

on Patrick’s

his hand, which was almost the same as the one in Gaelen’s hand. It had been broken so badly that

that this group

people around him

dangerous gangsters was

described as being

Gaelen was no exception. “I’m not scaring you. Hurry up and throw away the weapon in your

he threatened Patrick verbally, the wooden spike in his hand poked at Cierra’s neck again.

and there were new traces on her already dried-up blood.

him holding this woman hostage in front of the Barton