Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 415 Mark

Ryan had only heard of the Trevino family's small black house and had never seen it before.

But even though he had imagined it many times, he still felt a little scared when he first stepped in.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw a corridor that was neither too long nor too short. It was dark, just like the scene in some horror movies.

It was hard for Bruno to imagine how Draven had endured such a scene when he was still a child.

The Trevino family looked glorious, but why did it look worse than his family?

His scumbag father was just a jackass. The Trevino family...

Ryan didn't think much about it. At present, the most important thing was to follow Draven inside to look for Cici. If Cici was locked up in such a place, he didn't know if she would have a psychological shadow. Especially when he thought of Brian, who had been left at the door, Ryan's mood became a bit more serious, and he followed with heavy footsteps.

The power in the room was cut off, and it would take some time to repair it. Ryan could only ask someone to look for Cici with the flashlight.

However, after rummaging through the front and back rooms, they could still not replace any trace of Cierra.

For Draven's hideous expression, Ryan had brought the others out first.

Draven would have dug up the ground in the room with his men if it weren't for that.

Anyone who was still rational could see no one in the room. It was obvious that Cierra had been taken away.

However, Draven didn't buy it.

If it weren't for that, he and William had arrived in time and brought Cici's positioner, which the red point was moving; Draven hadn't realized that Cierra had been deep into the mountains. Otherwise, he would have wasted his time in this dark house.

After confirming the direction, the group did not delay and quickly followed the route shown on the mobile phone into the deep mountains.

On the way, they met people from Patrick. It was so dark that they couldn't even see the moon, which took time.

Therefore, when William found Cierra's earring with others, they could only see traces of it being stepped on the ground. It was messy, and they could not tell the next direction.

"The positioning device has been discovered and thrown here by someone. They're playing tricks on us. What should we do now?"

Ryan was exhausted and panted heavily as he followed behind Draven.

William didn't even look at Draven. After confirming that the positioning device was useless, he put it away flatly.

He rummaged through the pine needle leaves and found Cierra's jewelry pieces. He carefully wiped them clean and silently put everything in his pocket.

Then, he began to look around to see if Cierra left any traces behind.

However, it was late at night, and he stepped on pine trees.

There were not many traces left at all. Even though they had discussed that this people had not left many traces along the way, not to mention that Patrick had deliberately covered them up and wanted to avoid them.

"They're heading south."

After a moment of silence, Draven suddenly spoke in a weak voice, Everyone turned to look at him.

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Draven leaned against the pine tree trunk and stared at where William had just picked up the ring and necklace. He said in a low voice, "Although it's not easy to leave traces in the mountains, Cierra still put a lot of effort into leaving clues on the ground for us. Look at the trunk and the pine tree traces on the ground."

The tree trunk was severely worn out, indicating they had stayed here before. It was either because Cierra had tried to get rid of the ve state of the tree or because she had left them clues.

But along the way, there were not many scratches on the trunk. It could only be the former.

But the marks under his feet were different.

Although the rain had wet the ground and the new pine needles had fallen, and it was impossible to see where they were going in the dark if one looked carefully, one could still see traces of varying depth as if someone had deliberately kicked them.

Moreover, the pine needles touched by someone's toes were all pushed away in one direction.

To the south.

It was the same along the way, but they had the positioning device then, so Draven didn't much. He just silently memorized it and followed William.

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Until now, the positioner was found.

Ryan couldn't help but stop him. "Are you sure the south? What if your good brother deliberately stays behind to confuse us? Who knows which direction they're going in in this deep forest?"

"Head south first."

After listening to Draven's analysis, William looked carefully in the direction Draven had pointed out just now.

The traces were not evident, but there were regular traces along the way. It seemed that someone deliberately fiddled with the pine needles in one direction.

At that moment, there was no other way apart from this clue.

Bruno agreed. With a serious expression, he said, "Then let's follow Mr. Trevino's instructions. As for the other directions, let's get the people we brought here to look for them first. If we can't replace them before dawn, we'll send more people over during the day."

Once the decision was made, the crowd did not voice any objections. Although Ryan was dissatisfied with Bruno, he could do nothing about it. Apart from the unanimous decision, the rest of the arguments increased the time Cierra would be in danger.

After determining the direction, they no longer delayed and immediately headed south.

On the mountain road a few kilometers away, Cierra was panting heavily, almost all her strength on her feet.

She really couldn't walk anymore. Initially, she was going to trot after a few steps, but this time, she was too lazy to run.

She waited for Patrick to stop and wait for her.

"I really can't walk anymore. Can you let me have a rest?"

She leaned against a tree as if exhausted from running 800 meters.

She would be exhausted even if she walked slowly and didn't run.

A lot of mist and weeds were everywhere on the ground. Although Patrick was leading the way, it was not easy to walk. The wet soil was stuck to her feet, making her unable to move.

Patrick turned around and looked at the messy woman leaning against the tree.

She was already in a mess in the dark room. The man took her jewelry and tendons away not long ago when they went up to the mountain. It could be said that Cierra was worse than a beggar now, and even her clothes had been cut by thorns.

Patrick's expression was indifferent. "Are you stalling for time?"

Cierra cried out in grievance, "How did I buy you time? You've already taken me everything away, and my brothers can't replace a direction. It should be fine to rest for a while. Aren't you tired?"

In Cierra's eyes, Patrick's current image was also very sorry.

The suit he was wearing had also been torn open. He had traveled a long distance, and his body was drenched. His jacket was wet with rain, and his neatly combed hair hung loosely on his head. It was unknown whether the messy hair on his forehead was wet with rain or sweat. He would probably be like a beggar if it weren't for his handsome face.

Only his dark eyes were even sharper in the chaos, forcing people not to dare to look directly at them.

Patrick approached Cierra and sneered. "They can't replace us? I think you are quite good at leaving marks. Why can't they replace us? Don't you think so?