Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 417 Survive

Cierra's throat hurt, but she was so angry that she cursed at Patrick with all her mind.

Although she was still cursing, she kicked the side simultaneously. No matter where she kicked, it was great for her!

Patrick was not someone to be trifled with. After a while, he came to his senses and suppressed her kicking. "Are you still addicted to kicking?" Cierra thought. "That's right."

She couldn't wait to kick a lunatic like Patrick to the point where he couldn't move!

So when she slapped him, not only Cierra herself but also Patrick was stunned.

A bright red palm print soon appeared on his handsome face, and his dark eyes were full of disbelief.

Cierra wasn't afraid of death. The moment she caught sight of Patrick, she slapped him again.

This time, Patrick was prepared. He grabbed her hand almost as soon as she raised her hand. "Miss Barton, you're not afraid of death."

Cierra didn't want to say anything to him.

Patrick didn't get angry because of this slap. He laughed and said, "I thought you were smart. You know I was waiting for them to come, but you're still stalling for time. Tsk..."

Cierra was unable to move. She could only glare at him.

"Despicable!"

"Despicable?"

Patrick sneered and pressed his body against hers to stop her from moving. He pinched her face with his other hand and said, "Miss Barton, can't you curse me with other words? You only know these words. It's boring.",

Cierra wanted to bite him, but he was pinched even harder when he turned his head.

Patrick clicked his tongue. "Oh, the rabbit is anxious?"

Her teasing words made her so angry that Cierra wished she could have another hand to slap him.

Cierra took a deep breath to calm herself down.

The birdsongs in the mountains could be heard occasionally, and the sky was slightly brighter than before. At least they didn't need to turn on the flashlight to see their surroundings. Cierra's anger gradually subsided as the water on the ground seeped into her back.

Finally, she stopped.

"According to your plan, if I'm correct, you should have been guided to Draven to the destination before dawn. Now it's almost dawn, but you're trying to stall for time. It's amazing."

In the face of Cierra's change, Patrick was surprised and loosened his grip.

In his impression, women would always be a tool to vent his sexuality.

Or he would tease them when he suddenly thought of them.

For example, those people had brought Aleah to him.

The formers always lower their heads and do whatever they are told to do. It's so dull that even touching them makes him feel bored.

On the other hand, the latters' objective was too clear, and they couldn't stand being teased. They weren't frightened by him. And they were easy to go too far, even making some disgusting movements, causing him to feel slightly disgusted.

Thinking of Aleah, Patrick remembered that something terrible had happened to him.

No woman had ever dared to disobey and use him to implicate him. That was why he had personally ruined Aleah's wedding, which she had dreamed of.

Right now, there seemed to be an even more interesting woman.

She was so weak that her neck could be broken with a twist of his wrist, yet she continued to slap his face. She could do nothing about it, yet she still thought she was clever enough to think of a way to escape Furthermore, she knew she could not protect herself, yet she still had to consider whether her family and friends would be in danger.

After realizing that everything was just a trap, she decided to sacrifice herself to protect the others.

Look, what a ridiculous person!

Shouldn't people be selfish?

Just like Aleah, to achieve her goal, she had to use any means necessary to eliminate her competitors. It was precisely the same as the education he had received since childhood.

As long as he could go up, all the stones in his way should be shoveled away.

He helped Aleah because he was excited to see someone of his kind. As those people said, he wanted to know if she could achieve her goal.

Unfortunately, the result was not what he wanted.

He blamed it all on Aleah's poor means. She wanted everything but couldn't coexist with her ambition, so the result was obvious.

The woman in front of him seemed to be a little different.

She could use her face to beg him for mercy or directly make a deal with him and negotiate with him.

Business people valued profit, and he was no exception.

If he could achieve his goal through other means, he didn't mind making peace with her and didn't want her to suffer too much. However, every choice this woman made was beyond his expectations.

When it was time to beg for mercy, she refused to let go, but sometimes she would say an ounce to beg for mercy unexpectedly. "To achieve her goal? So that's how it is..."

Patrick suddenly thought of something and chuckled.

He looked down at the panting woman on the ground with a complicated expression.

When Cierra met Patrick's gaze, she felt an inexplicable fear.

"Mrs. Trevino?"

She couldn't figure out this lunatic's temper and couldn't guess what he was going to do next.

The unknown gave birth to fear.

Cierra remained silent under the principle of 'If the enemy does not take action, she will not.

If they were to continue delaying like this, then...

But before she could think further, Patrick had already shattered her fantasy.

His movements were fast and powerful. He quickly tied up Cierra's hands and feet.

When he carried Cierra on his shoulder again, Cierra naturally did not listen to him anymore. Instead, she struggled nonstop.

But she had consumed too much energy along the way. This little bit of strength was just an itch for Patrick.

As the man walked steadily toward his destination, he did not forget to comfort her with a chuckle.

"Miss Barton, if you're brilliant, you should preserve your strength like when you asked me for food. Otherwise, you won't even have the strength to escape down the mountain. Don't blame me for not reminding you." you would be so kind as to let me go?"

She didn't believe that this her leave safely.

Patrick chuckled and said, "I didn't intend to let you go at first. After all, you're interesting, and it's not bad to lock you up as my pet. But after the commotion, I suddenly feel I can't keep a little beast. I have to give you freedom."

"Shut up!"

Cierra couldn't help but criticize and interrupt him.

She would have elbowed him on the shoulder if it weren't for her lack of physical strength.

But at the moment, it was better to restrain herself a little. Moreover, this person was right. If something happened later, she had to maintain a little physical strength.

Therefore, she decided not to make any more trouble.

This lunatic had carried her behind his back, and she had not suffered much.

But was this man a robot?

She didn't see how he rested. After such a long journey, he might not be tired.

Patrick's cheerful voice slowly overflowed as if he could read people's minds.

"Miss Barton, you don't have to worry about me. I remember that the Trevino family threw me abroad for training from the very beginning. Do you understand? There are more people than the last time they followed you. They even have more than just knives and sticks. I have to live, and I also survived."