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.

for a moment and immediately understood what he

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

anxious. “But Mr. Patrick, if old Mr. Trevino sees Draven and hands over the

to kicking Patrick out of

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

was easy to guess what that

he wanted to find someone who was obedient.

that old fox just wanted Patrick to compete with Draven and choose a more suitable. person to be

he really think he was

was convinced that Patrick had

Patrick had also been sent to this place.

come this far, why don’t we

far have we

not to understand his words. He bent down and took out the Browning pistol on the coffee

he raised his hand and pointed

to say for a moment. He cried out, “Mr. Patrick, please take it back! It

sneered and put it back casually. “There’s no bullet. What

Patrick grow up and knew

at the young man in front of him and said earnestly, “Oh

we won’t get much profit this time, old Mr. Trevino watched you grow up. If you go and admit defeat in front of him, there may be a turning

Group is really handed over to

it over to my younger

looked freewheeling, which

added hesitantly, “How,

against each other and using all kinds of

was it even better in

“It’s better that Draven works

have time to rest and was extremely tired. At the end of the year, he had to give dividends

trivial tasks to his

who couldn’t speak, and didn’t want to talk about this with him. He changed

was talking about Cierra.

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

than that, he didn’t have any

in New York. It