Divorced but Delighted

At the river crossing dock of New York.

Next to the warehouse stood an old bungalow.

It was lunchtime, and the smell of fireworks came from the corridor, floating to the river and mixing with the mist.

The faint fragrance of medicine mixed with the smell of food was hard to detect.

“Mr. Patrick, I’ve brought it back.”

At the end of the corridor of the bungalow, Calvin stood at the door of the room, holding a small box in his hand. He did not dare to walk in.

Different from the dilapidated surface of the bungalow, the room was small but well-equipped, which could be comparable to a five-star hotel.

Patrick was sitting on the sofa against the wall.

In such late autumn, his upper body was naked. Wounds on his sturdy chest and abdomen could be seen clearly, especially the one on his abdomen. The medicine made it dark brown, which looked even more terrifying.

Patrick was carefully applying medicine to himself and bandaging the bandages on his body.

Hearing the voice at the door, he didn’t even raise his head. “Put it on the table.”

Inside the box was none other than Browning pistol that had been stuffed into Cierra’s palm on Mount Shasta.

Since it had been taken away by the Morgan family, he naturally had a way to get it out.

“Is there anything else?”

Patrick simply bandaged the wound on his abdomen and ignored the other injuries.

The wound was caused by hitting a rock in the lake, and it was inflamed, so he had to clean it up.

As for the others, they were nothing more than some superficial wounds caused by the fight with that group of people days ago. He didn’t take them seriously at all.

After the wound on his abdomen was bandaged, Patrick saw that the person at the door had not left yet, so he asked.

Standing at the door, Calvin hesitated and said, “I heard that Old Mr. Trevino has come. to New York and met Old Mrs. Trevino and Draven alone.”

He finished and didn’t disclose more.

paused for a moment and immediately understood what he meant.

“That old fox can’t cause any trouble. Don’t

sees Draven and hands over

that be equivalent to kicking Patrick

all. “Do you think they will get what they want if they

guess what that wily old fox was thinking.

couldn’t restrain him, so he wanted

wanted Patrick to compete with Draven and choose a more suitable. person to be in charge.

he really think he was the king?

was convinced that Patrick had come to New York

to this place. It seemed that Patrick had been abandoned by that

come this far, why don’t we

far have

and took out the Browning pistol on the coffee table, twirling it between his fingertips.

he raised his hand and

a moment. He cried out, “Mr. Patrick, please take it

it back casually. “There’s no bullet. What are you

up and knew what kind of temper he

the young man in front of him

up. If you go and admit defeat

the Trevino Group is really handed

it

Patrick looked freewheeling, which

added hesitantly, “How, how can

other and using all kinds of

even better in

Draven works for

whole Trevino Group, so he didn’t even have time to rest and was extremely tired. At the end of the year, he had to give dividends to those rich young. men who didn’t assist. Was he a fool?

leave those trivial tasks to

want to talk about this with him. He changed the topic and asked, “How’s the person I

he was talking

down from Mount Shasta. Before he could bandage his wound,

didn’t

Chamber family in New York. It was not easy