Divorced but Delighted

At six o’clock in the evening.

It was the time for dinner, the kitchen in the old mansion of the Trevino family was busy.

Old Mr. Trevino wanted to have a taste of seafood. The chefs were preparing meals in full swing

When Draven arrived with his men, the smell of food slowly wafted out of the kitchen.

Having lived in Washington D.C. for a long time and missing his past lives in New York, old Mr. Trevino even cooked personally.

His face was full of smiles when he smelled the delicious aroma of the food.

Just as he was about to bring the food out of the kitchen, he heard Ben’s voice at the door. “Mr. Trevino, Mr. Draven is back.”

Old Mr. Trevino didn’t answer. He carried the steaming food to the dining room.

“Get out of the way! The newly steamed fish is hot. Be careful not to get it on your body.”

He made this steamed fish himself, so naturally he served it himself.

Old Mr. Trevino was in a good mood. After putting down the dishes, he picked up his fork, tasted it, and nodded in praise.

“Well, the fish in New York are fresh. We don’t often eat them in Washington D.C. When we have fewer things to do there in the future, you can come back with me if you are interested, Ben.”

Just as Ben was about to remind him of Draven, he was interrupted by someone outside the dining room.

Draven barged in aggressively, with his darkened face.

However, old Mr. Trevino pretended not to know anything.

it to Draven. “You’re back? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I cooked

him as if he was trying to find something on

pretending that Draven couldn’t see

out a chair and said in a much more polite tone than

the fish. When he heard this, he nodded in agreement. “Ben is right. Let’s eat first. There’s

man. “Come on, sit down. Ben has pulled out a chair for you. As for what I told you this afternoon, you can give me an answer

he was interrupted by Draven’s

of

His face, which had already been burned by the fire,

“Where is she?”

his patience and questioned him with a cold face.

sitting in the main seat, restrained his smile a little. He did. not put down his fork and continued to eat

soon as he raised his hand slightly, Ben, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and stood between Draven and old

Mr. Trevino’s meal. In addition, we don’t quite understand what you said. If you have any requests or need help from Mr. Trevino, just tell

veins on Draven’s forehead bulged. If it weren’t for

knew that it was useless for him to start a fight, so

sense of powerlessness arose

had never imagined that one day he would be threatened by an

pressure of his own grandfather, he had never felt so powerless.

he encountered a player with a higher level in a card game. He was suppressed during the battle and had no strength to resist.

level that determined everything. But

day he would

his desire to flip the table. over and restrain his

the daughter of the Barton family, Cierra Barton, was kidnapped by Patrick you raised a few days ago. Three days ago, her ribs were broken and she was sent. to the hospital. After you finished your conversation with me in the afternoon, she disappeared in the hospital. Where is she, Mr. Trevino?”

but he