Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 440 Haven’t You thought about how to smooth things over? 

The underground garage was in a mess.

The two figures lying in blood made people’s hearts tighten.

The two people, who should have fallen together, were in a confrontational position, which made the chattering pockmarked man, Paul, suddenly shut up.

How could… this be?

Everyone’s footsteps stopped because of the scene in front of them, and even their voices stopped.

After a moment of silence, someone rushed over in the first second.

“Cierra…”

Draven’s heart skipped a beat. The moment he saw Cierra, he rushed over.

His mind went blank.

While listening to the chatter of the people who were caught, he was still thinking about how badly she had been injured.

In his mind, he could only imagine the way Cierra was being held hostage by Patrick.

Even if there were traces of being pinched on her neck, she could still fight back, tenaciously.

He didn’t expect to see such a scene when he came in.

It was even more terrifying than every nightmare he had had before.

Afraid that something would happen to Cierra, Draven hurried over to check on her.

Noticing that she was still breathing, he felt a little relieved.

But when his palms and arms felt the wet blood on her body, his irritability and anger wrapped him tightly.

“It’s okay, Cierra. It’s okay.

“I’ll take you home now. You’re safe now.”

He took off his coat and wrapped the girl in it. Maybe because he was too nervous, his voice was a little trembling. After trying several times, he took Cierra into his arms.

After that, Nick and Coby arrived.

The news they received was delayed, and it took them a lot of time to go down from the mountain to look for someone.

When they rushed over, they saw that Draven was holding Cierra in his arms with trembling hands.

Nick’s heart instantly constricted, and he charged over hastily.

“Give her to me. Let me have a look.”

“My brother is a doctor. There’s a medical car waiting outside. Take her there to have a look first.” Coby caught up with him.

Draven glanced at them and pursed his thin lips.

Out of his eye, he saw the yellow-haired man with a shocked face not far away, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

He carefully put Cierra into Nick’s arms and said, “I’ll leave her to you. Let me deal with the people here. I hope Doctor Barton won’t let her feel pain again.”

Nick’s movements were light and steady. He glanced at Draven and said, “She’s my little sister, I will.”

It was different from what he had imagined.

Before this, Nick had never thought that he would speak to Draven in such a calm tone.

Nick had thought that when he saw this man, he would think about turning Draven into a bloody hole with a scalpel. And in the end, he would be sentenced to a minor injury.

He didn’t expect that he would take his sister from Draven.

Nick didn’t dare imagine what would have happened to Cierra if he was a step later.

Without further ado, Nick nodded at Draven and left with Cierra in his arms.

Only Draven and his men were left in the garage.

The bodyguards in black suits and ties surrounded the group of yellow-haired boys.

Draven was still standing where Cierra was lying before, looking down at the bloodstains on the floor.

He picked up the Browning pistol, put his fingers into the trigger, and lowered hist as if he was studying it.

Suddenly, the muzzle was aimed at the person at the entrance of the garage. eyes

Paul immediately knelt down. “Please spare our lives, sir! This lady’s condition really has nothing to do with us. It’s, it’s all that person’s fault. He’s dead!”

He wailed in pain and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

The gunshot sounded in his memory, and the scene of Gaelen falling to the ground was still vivid in his mind. Paul didn’t even dare to think that he would die like this.

The smell of blood in the air was strong, but it still couldn’t cover up the smell of the urinals.

A trace of disgust appeared on the bodyguards’ faces. If it weren’t for work, they would have taken a few steps back to avoid this group of people.

Not only Paul but also those young men with colorful hair squatted down. Although they did not wail, their trembling posture also showed their fear.

Draven put away the gun and sneered. “What are you afraid of? I didn’t say anything. Look, a gunless gun can scare you to such an extent. How can I believe that her injury has nothing to do with you?”

Paul on the ground kept trembling.

Especially when Draven approached him step by step, his head almost touched the ground.

The man’s leather shoes stopped in front of him. It seemed that he didn’t want to be stained with anything dirty, so he didn’t get any closer.

“I’ll give you one last chance. What happened in the garage? If you lie, all of you will end up the same.”

“S…sir, we, we really didn’t lie.”

Paul still wanted to fight for the last time. He crawled on the ground and pointed at

Gaelen who was lying in blood.

“It, it’s all his fault. It really has nothing to do with us.”

“Then tell me, how did he die?”

Draven lowered his gaze, and his voice sounded like that of a reaper from hell.

Paul shivered. “Just, just…”

His mind went blank.

He clearly remembered that there was a man at the scene who looked very similar to the man in front of him.

Apart from the scars on his face, they looked almost exactly the same.

It was that man who killed Gaelen.

However… the scene that had just appeared before them was that the Browning pistol was in Cierra’s hands.

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If this man was certain that he was lying….

Paul almost wondered if his memory was wrong!

How could this be? How could this be?

“Haven’t you figured out how to cover up your lie yet?”

“No, no… I…”

Paul was trembling with fear, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Draven’s cold voice.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the person kneeling on the ground.

Take them all out and interrogate them separately. If there is anything wrong, leave a Hole in everyone’s body. If you can’t interrogate them, you will have to suffer the same thing with Cierra.”

He had to make someone pay for every wound and scar on her body.

As soon as he finished speaking, this group of people was dragged out.

Everyone begged for mercy, but the leader, Draven, was not in the mood to listen at all.

He turned around and looked at the mess in the garage. He imagined what had happened to Cierra here.

What on earth had she gone through to end up like this?

He almost thought…

Every time he thought of that possibility, he would feel depressed.

He walked around in his leather boots and his eyes finally fell on the huge cage, and finally stopped in front of it.

He rubbed his fingers against the rusty cage for a moment and imagined the scene of those bastards surrounding the cage. At this moment, Draven wished he could pull them out and whip them!

How dare they!

“Clang!”

He suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the huge cage away.

As the rust fell, the iron block weighing more than 100 pounds moved a little, and its crooked feet pointed to a place, leaving a trace of blood.

Instinctively, Draven looked in that direction.