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

sneered and said, “That old fox can’t cause any trouble. Don’t worry about

if old Mr. Trevino sees

be equivalent to kicking

get what they want if they hand it

what that wily old

restrain him, so he wanted to find someone who was

fox just wanted Patrick to compete with Draven

think he was the king?

thought of the competition, Calvin was convinced that Patrick had come to

by Draven, and Patrick had also been sent to this place. It seemed that Patrick had been abandoned by that old fox. Calvin couldn’t help

we’ve already come this far, why don’t we think of

far have we gone?”

to understand his words. He bent down and took out

his hand and pointed it

what he was going to say for a moment. He cried out,

back casually. “There’s no bullet. What are you afraid of?”

Calvin had watched Patrick grow up and knew what kind of

helplessly at the young man in front of him and said

this time, old Mr. Trevino watched you grow up. If you go and admit defeat in front of

really handed over to

hand it over to my younger

freewheeling, which

added hesitantly, “How,

Washington D.C. were scheming against each other and using all kinds of dirty tricks

was it even better in his mouth?

better that Draven works

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.

leave those trivial tasks to his dear little

He changed the topic and asked, “How’s

he was talking about

from Mount Shasta. Before he could bandage his wound, he ordered someone to the hospital to keep an eye on her.

that, he didn’t have

Chamber family in New York. It was