Divorced but Delighted

Like frightened animals, people rushed out with fear.

After all, they didn’t have anything to fight with Patrick’s weapon.

The sound of people falling to the ground also made everyone panic.

All of them fled.

Patrick went in the opposite direction and headed straight for Cierra, who had fallen due to exhaustion.

Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too noisy, or because the body on her back made her sick, but before she could open her eyes completely, she struggled to move aside.

Patrick squatted in front of her, his eyes drooping and smiled.

“You can still move. It seems that you are much more tenacious than I thought, Miss Barton…”

The woman’s movements interrupted him before he could finish his words.

Cierra, who had lost consciousness, seemed to know that someone was coming to save her. Her eyes were half-closed as she hugged the man in front her tightly.

Patrick didn’t know if it was because of the pain in his wounds or something else, but he froze on the spot and didn’t move.

Patrick narrowed his eyes, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Just as he was about to push her away, his movements suddenly froze.

He heard the woman in his arms sobbing weakly. “Why are you so late… Do you know that I almost…”

Almost, how was it?

However, the person in his arms suddenly fell silent, as if she had lost all her strength and fell into his arms.

When Calvin came in with his men, they saw such a scene.

It was like a close-up shot of a dead man in a movie. Her arms hung straight down, which shocked Calvin.

He walked to the side of Patrick in a mess and glanced at the blood on the ground and the woman in his arms with his aged eyes.

After a while, he said in a low voice.

“Mr. Patrick, my condolences.”

“Who told you she’s dead?”

raised his eyes and

in blood, and Cierra, who was covered in

roar of cars came from outside the garage. Judging from the noise, there was more than

to Calvin’s idle chatter. He stood up with the woman in his arms and

expression also changed.

to him

outside was brightly lit.

gathered here. He

stopped in his

saw the scene not far away.

escaped from the garage earlier had been

up the mountain,

few minutes, this group

we

a little anxious.

wanted to propose to

looks of it, the Barton family was

how Patrick had rushed up the mountain without caring about his health when he was in the

Patrick, even if it was a

send her to others.

as Calvin was thinking about what

a burden to take this woman with us. Why don’t we hand over the mess

by his decision.

mess, as if he had stopped thinking.

was it that every step Mr. Patrick took was different from

to New York?

have time to think about it. He could

wait for his orders.

stop

hadn’t been in such a hurry to go up the mountain or brought a few more people up, the situation wouldn’t have been like this now.

nothing he could do to help Mr. Patrick at his

and then looked at the scene. in front of him. Patrick was still adjusting Cierra’s movements calmly, as if he was creating a scene

leisure to make an elegant gesture for Cierra before handing a Browning pistol, which had

doing all this, he smiled and looked at

Barton, this is a gift for you. I hope you like it.”

some noise coming from

worried. “Mr. Patrick,

in a low voice,

get up, his bloodstained clothes were