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.

tasting his cooking and even generously recommended it to Draven. “You’re back? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I cooked a few dishes myself. Have a

a cold face, Draven stared at him as if he was trying to find something on his

that Draven

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

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

old 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

soon as he finished, he was interrupted by

you tired of

were filled with coldness as he glared at him. His face, which had already been burned by the fire, suddenly

“Where is she?”

lost his patience and questioned him

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

raised his hand slightly, Ben, who was standing behind him, took

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

forehead bulged. If it weren’t for Ben, he would have flipped the

Ben’s power in the afternoon, Draven knew that it was useless

sense of powerlessness arose

imagined that one day he would be threatened by an old man who was related to him by blood.

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

player with a higher level in a card game. He was suppressed

that determined everything. But in reality, it

probably had never imagined that one day he would be suppressed by power and force

could only suppress his desire to flip the table. over and restrain his tone.

ribs were broken and she

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