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.

and even generously recommended it to Draven. “You’re back? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Sit down

him as if he was trying to find something on his

pretending that

in a much more polite tone than in the afternoon, “Please take a seat, Mr.

was eating the fish. When he heard this, he nodded in agreement. “Ben is right. Let’s eat first. There’s nothing better

for what I told you this afternoon, you can give me an answer after dinner. But I think you’ve thought it through since you’ve come here. Im very pleased.

soon as he finished, he was

Aren’t you tired of pretending for so

filled with coldness as he glared at him. His face, which

“Where is she?”

his patience and questioned him with a cold

smile a little. He did. not put down his fork

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

up at Draven threateningly and said, “If Mr. Draven is not here for dinner, then you can leave now. Please don’t disturb 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,

bulged. If it weren’t for

it was useless

powerlessness arose spontaneously.

that one day he would be threatened by an old man who was

own grandfather, he had

with a higher level in a card

game, it was level that determined everything. But

one day he would be suppressed by power and force in

so he could only suppress his desire

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

up at him, but he didn’t answer Draven’s question in