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.

though they didn’t understand what he meant, he was ready to

at the front. Because he lost a few teeth, his face was a little distorted, and

nonsense to me. I don’t understand. You’re just here

ordered, the strange confrontation finally dissipated.

adding a legendary story to the

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

he had the strength to fight back, Patrick also suffered heavy losses.

was none other than Gaelen Butter. He mumbled. curses in a vague voice, but the

and now he was beaten by her lover. How could all the bad things happen to

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

of the corner of his eye, when Gaelen saw Cierra lying not far away, he suddenly stood up, picked up a broken wooden stick on the ground, and walked toward the

of you, stop!”

roar stopped the fierce

and saw Gaelen holding onto Cierra with

spike was aimed at the woman’s slender neck. If it went any deeper, it would probably

darkened

It was unknown whether it was his or someone else’s

his head lowered in the crowd like a bloodthirsty demon.

was confident that he would

was full of ferocity as he said fiercely to Patrick, “Throw away the

contemptuously as if he was looking at a very stupid

people can’t beat me and even used such a

going to throw your weapons away or not? If you don’t surrender,

Patrick’s face

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

so happened that this group

took a step forward, and the people

seemed that this group of dangerous gangsters was

could be described as being

Gaelen was no exception. “I’m not scaring you. Hurry up

threatened Patrick verbally, the wooden spike in his hand

Cierra’s neck, and there were

holding this woman hostage in