Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 405 I Won’t Let Him off Even if I Diel

The person who was hung up suddenly struggled, perhaps hearing Patrick’s words.

A wave of fear rose in Cierra’s heart. Even though she was busy enough with her own affairs, she couldn’t help but stop Patrick. “What do you want to do?!”

Patrick glanced sideways at her and asked with interest, “Don’t you not like my gift, Miss Barton? Since you don’t like it, I’ll deal with it. Is there a problem?”

Cierra felt a chill run down her spine.

She suppressed her disgust and said in a low voice, “Mr. Trevino, I don’t know why you bothered to find a gift for me, but in all fairness, Mr. Boyle didn’t hurt me the most on my way to growth. Even if he was really wrong, it doesn’t seem worth it for you to do this.”

From Patrick’s words, Cierra could tell that he was up to no good.

He was just using her name to bully others.

Then she would go along with what he said.

If he treated it as a game, he would definitely abide by the rules made by himself.

Even if he acted recklessly, he should continue to pretend to be an actor.

As expected, Patrick did not move forward, and more interest appeared on his face. “Miss Barton, do you mean that you are satisfied with this gift, but that there is something wrong with this person? Then who do you want me to help you deal with?”

He closed in step by step, and the blood dripping from Brian Boyle fell to the ground along with his footsteps, causing her heart to tremble.

Cierra no longer tried to force him back. She forcibly endured the disgust and looked him in the eye, avoiding the question behind him.

“Am I wrong? Since Mr. Trevino has cooperated with Ms. Boyle before, you should understand how my situation was created. Brian Boyle was just a little greedy, but both before and after Ms. Boyle came back, he seemed to treat me the same. Since he has never suppressed me before and never humiliated me later, how can you say that my suffering was related to Mr. Boyle?”

To be honest, Brian Boyle was a man who only cared about his own interests. Before Ernest Trevino passed away, he had been nice to her.

Well… at least he was nice to her in front of others.

As long as he could make use of it, Brian Boyle would not be stingy with his smiling face.

Of course, he didn’t spend most of his time in the Boyle family. He was either on a business trip or trying to build a relationship with others, so he didn’t have time to care about her.

Perhaps he didn’t even care much about Aleah, his biological daughter.

That was why pushing all the blame onto Brian Boyle was truly… too excessive.

“Miss Barton’s words seem to make sense.”

Patrick pretended to be deep in thought and nodded. Suddenly, he frowned and seemed to be a little.

puzzled.

“But I’ve already turned him into this state for you, Miss Barton.”.

“What should we do?”

Then, he tossed the question to Cierra.

Fortunately, this time he did not force her to answer who he should transfer this “gift” to. Cierra silently heaved a sigh of relief.

Everything in the world has cause and effect.

Aleah had been punished for what she had done. Her new identity had been exposed, and even the people who helped her had been implicated. There was no need for her to do it herself.

As for Vanessa, Aleah’s mother, she must be having a hard time since Aleah was in such a state.

Draven’s face has been mostly disfigured, and this has been tortured himself. What else does he need?

On the contrary, the biggest difficulty and the backstabber was that the person in front of her.

Cierra didn’t dare to bring up the previous topic again, nor did she dare to expose her true thoughts in front of this man. She could only beat around the bush.

“Didn’t Mr. Trevino say that it’s a gift for me? Although it’s wrong, there’s no reason to take it back. I like it very much. That’s it, okay?”

“Of course.”

Patrick nodded. As he spoke, he took a step closer to Cierra.

“Since Miss Barton likes this gift very much, then… how can you give me a gift in return? Hmm?”

Cierra was stunned.

In the end, this person still wanted to implicate her? Well, he had spent so much effort to tie her up here. How could he let her go so easily?

She bit her lip and loosened her grip. “What gift do you want me to give you, Mr. Trevino?”

The smile in Patrick’s eyes grew wider. He approached her step by step, his toes pressed against her bloodstained shoes.

There was nowhere for Cierra to retreat to. Her shoes almost hid into the chair, and her tone became a little flustered. “Let me tell you, if you touch me, even if I die, I will drag you down with me. Even if I don’t have the ability, my brothers won’t let you off!”

“Is that so?”

Patrick raised his eyebrows and held her chin in his palm again.

“Your brothers? Do you think I would have invited you here if they had scared me?”

Who knew?

It was obvious that the man did not take anyone seriously. Maybe he was not capable at all, he was only not afraid of anything, so he could do whatever he wanted here.

Cierra’s heart was filled with indignation. When she felt his touch, she immediately froze and subconsciously struggled for a moment.

But as soon as she struggled, she clearly felt that the strength on her chin was a little heavier, so she simply stood in a deadlock with him.

“Mr. Trevino, even if my brothers aren’t a threat to you, then…”

“What about Draven, Bruno, and the others? One of them can’t deal with you, but what about ten?

Do you think it’s worth it to get revenge on so many of them in order to teach me a lesson?”

Cierra pretended to be calm as she finished her words and stared straight at Patrick.

She was gambling.

She bet that this man still had a little bit of normality and had the instinct of human beings who sought profit and avoided harm.

However, it was obvious that he was not a normal person.

After hearing Cierra’s words, he suddenly burst into laughter. “Isn’t it better to have so many people to play with me? Miss Barton, your words seem to make me feel more interesting.”

His long fingers moved downwards, grabbing Cierra’s neck again, imprinting on the original red marks, slowly tightening.

Cierra’s breath caught in her throat and she glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

However, Patrick seemed to be enjoying it. Looking at her tears flowing uncontrollably, he felt as if he had found an interesting toy.

“Miss Barton, you really don’t know me at all. I wanted to keep your life, but after hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that your suggestion is more interesting.”

Cierra’s eyes turned red, and her tears fell because of short breathing.

When death came again, her state of mind was completely different.

This time, unlike the despair when she was pinched last time, she kept staring restively in the direction of Patrick.

It seemed as if she wanted to imprint him in her mind. Even if she became a ghost, she would not let him off!This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.