Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 403 Kidnapping

A gift?

Was kidnapping a gift for her?

If it weren’t for the current situation, Cierra would have rolled her eyes at him.

But at this moment, she could only suppress all her emotions.

The two locks tied to the back of the chair hurt Cierra a little. She moved her wrist and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Mr. Trevino’s way of treating guests is a little too novel. I think we can sit down and discuss it, right?”

Her voice was raised in the dark room, and so did He probably took out a chair and rubbed the cold and light sound of Patrick. a cat was scratching on a wooden board.

it against the ground, making an ear-piercing sound, as if After that, he sat down on the chair and said in a pleasant voice, “Miss Barton, you are right. We should sit down and have a good talk.”

Cierra was speechless.

Was this what he meant by a good talk?

Cierra moved the hemp rope on her wrist as if she was venting her anger, which made her wrist.

hurt a lot. However, no matter how hard she moved, the rope refused to loosen and tightened.

“Miss Barton, don’t move. The rope is rough. I don’t remember how I tied it in the dark. The more you move, the tighter it becomes.”

Seeing Cierra’s actions, Patrick couldn’t help but remind her in a loud voice. His joyful voice sounded like he was teasing a pet that had been locked up.

Cierra was enraged by Patrick’s attitude and disregarded her own safety. She couldn’t help but curse, “What exactly do you want? You kidnapped me just to gossip here?”

“Oh, you finally can’t hold back your temper? Didn’t you pretend to be calm just now? Even if you were so scared that your voice trembled, you still wanted to have a good talk with me, didn’t you? Now you do not want to pretend to be calm?”

Patrick ignored Cierra’s anger and teased her as usual.

Cierra bit her lip. She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but she could see a dark figure standing in front of her.

If it weren’t for the fact that her body was shackled, she would have lifted her foot and kicked him

who was in front of her.

Cierra restrained her anger slightly and calmed herself down. “So, Mr. Trevino, what do to talk to me about? Or, do you have any gifts for me?”

you want Perhaps it was because Patrick had not done anything too vicious to her yet, but he was just sharp-tongued. The fear in Cierra’s heart faded a little, and she tried to stall for time.

Patrick was patient and sat opposite Cierra in a relaxed manner. “Gift? There’s no hurry. Anyway, you and I have nothing to do. Why don’L…”

He suddenly paused….

Cierra immediately became alert. “Why not what?”

Although Patrick had not done anything to Cierra yet, he was definitely not easy to deal with according to his past behaviors.

Instigating Murder!

He killed people, even wantonly replaced Draven’s identity, and said some strange words in the interview. Obviously, he was a bold and reckless maniac. Who knew what he would do to her on al whim?

When Patrick saw this, he chuckled and said, “Miss Barton, you’re really interesting.”

Cierra pursed her lips. She didn’t want to talk anymore, nor did she ask about what was behind Patrick’s words.

Anyway, she was not interested.

Obviously, Patrick, who was opposite her, didn’t care whether she cared or not. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick crossed his legs and said lazily in the dim room, “Do you know? In fact, three years ago, when I cooperated with your fake sister, she asked me to kill you. Alas, it’s a pity that I’m so kind. that I did not kill you at the critical moment. Otherwise, you would have died on the plane abroad. How could you have found your brother’s parents? Miss Barton, I invited you here, but you didn’t even want to chat with me. You really let me down.” Patrick’s pretentious words made Cierra want to vomit.

As Cierra listened to the content of his words, she felt a poisonous snake slowly climbing up her back.

As soon as Patrick finished speaking, the dark room quieted down again, leaving only the irregular sound of dripping water, which was so strange that it made people feel a chill on their backs. Patrick seemed dissatisfied with Cierra’s silence. He suddenly stood up from the chair and grabbed her chin with his fingers. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you dissatisfied that I did not kill you that time?”

Cierra wished she could bite off Patrick’s finger right now!

Not satisfied?

Was it all because of his charity that she was still alive now?

Her breathing became heavier, and the dim light fell on her face. Cierra saw a face that was very similar to that of Draven. She could vaguely see that there was no scar on it, which was completely different from Draven’s face that had been touched by the fire yesterday.

Patrick’s fingers were cold, just like him.

Cierra’s stomach was filled with disgust. She wanted to turn her head away to avoid Patrick’s touch, but his fingers were getting tighter and tighter.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. “Let me go!”

Patrick was finally satisfied, but he didn’t let Cierra go. He rubbed her chin with his fingers and said, “Let you go? No way. Since you’ve made me unhappy, you have to let me get some benefits before I let go of you, right?”

Patrick lowered his gaze and looked at Cierra with a sneer on his face.

“I really regret it. I should have cooperated with you back then. I let you, a beautiful woman, wander around for so many years, and even left behind a body full of scars…”

Patrick raised his other hand, gently placed it on Cierra’s face, and slowly lowered his hand.

His hand slid across her right cheek, and ears, and gradually fell to her neck…

But before Patrick could finish do, he was interrupted by Cierra!

Cierra spat on Patrick’s hand without caring about her image.

After all, only her head could move. Her feet and hands were tied by hemp ropes, so she couldn’t move. She could only resist like this.

Patrick was stunned. He probably had never thought that there would be such a disgusting method, and it came out of a lady’s mouth. For a moment, he stopped raising his hand in the air like a statue.

It was only after a long time that Patrick managed to react. At the same time, he grabbed Cierra’s neck and slowly tightened his grip.

His voice was no longer as lazy as before, but a little cold.

“You’re quite bold.”

“Hurry up if you want to do something to me. There’s no need to disgust me like this! I’ve already disgusted you once, so we’re even.”

Cierra really didn’t want to endure his torture, so she stuck out her neck and retorted, ignoring the increasing pressure on her neck.

In any case, the worst case scenario was to suffocate in the darkness. Cierra had even experienced injuries all over her body, so what was there to be afraid of with such a straightforward method?

Cierra was just sad. She had just returned to the Barton family for a short time and had not spent enough time with her parents. She had not met Jaquan Barton and Wanda officially reconcile, nor had she seen the wedding of Lydia and William. She still wanted to watch Harold participate in the world competition…

When her breathing became weaker and weaker, Was she really going to die at the hands of Patrick?