Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 421 Humiliation

To walk with bare feet.

How was this a solution? This was clearly an insult!

It wasn't just Cierra who was seized, even the three people behind Draven were stunned.

Asking a man to walk barefoot in exchange for being a hostage was definitely more humiliating than anything else.

Among them, Draven was the only one who was relatively calm.

His expression didn't change, and he maintained the same posture as he confronted

Patrick.

With a smile on his face, Patrick said, "What's wrong, my dear brother? Don't you think it's a good idea for you?"

"Don't go too far!"

Ryan, who couldn't hold back his anger, immediately roared back, "Let's fight if you. have the guts, or just call the Trevino Group. Isn't it disgusting to humiliate people like this?"

Patrick glanced behind him and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Who are you? Who are you to speak here? Who do you think you are?"

"You!"

Ryan was pulled back by Bruno before he could finish his words.

Bruno warned him in a low voice, "Don't get involved in the Trevino family's affairs. What if Cici gets hurt because of your impulsiveness? Ryan, can you use your brain before doing anything? Don't do it before thinking of it."

When Ryan was stopped, Patrick was looking at the two brothers with great interest.

Then, he turned to look at Draven and let out a long sigh.

It seems that my dear brother doesn't agree, otherwise..."

As his dagger fell, Draven's indifferent voice rang out.

"I agree."

The words came out of his mouth casually like a casual chat.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to be silent, and even the chirps of birds and frogs couldn't be heard..

Except for Patrick and Draven, everyone else was shocked and in disbelief.

"Draven."

Just as Draven was about to move, Cierra suddenly interrupted him.

She looked at him with a complicated look in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse, but it was very tough.

"Stand there and don't come over.

The wind in the forest was noisy, and the rustling of fallen leaves swept into everyone's ears with her words.

Draven pursed his thin lips and didn't say anything.

He seemed to be considering, yet also seemed to be remembering Cierra's words, and then throwing them to the back of his mind. "Miss Barton, you don't take me seriously at all."

When the atmosphere was silent, Patrick bit Cierra's ear and said in a low voice like a poisonous snake.

"Aren't you afraid that this dagger will cut your face when you speak to my dear brother like that in front of me?"

He pressed the dagger against Cierra's chin, already exerting a bit of force.

It was not enough to make her face bleed, but it could cause slight pain.

There was no woman who didn't love her face, especially a beauty.

Patrick thought to himself, trying to see if there was any expression on Cierra's face.

Unfortunately, apart from anger, there was nothing else.

Cierra didn't even want to talk to him. She just glared at him and turned her head away.

But Patrick's crazy action made the person on the other side nervous.

"Don't touch her!"

Draven hurriedly took a step forward, his eyes were turning red, and his tone restrained because of his action. "Don't touch her. I agree to your request as long as you don't touch her." His throat felt tight as he stared at Patrick's hand, afraid that the dagger in his hand would move again.

At the same time, his tall figure slowly descended under everyone's gaze.

When his right foot landed on the wet ground, Patrick's lazy voice rang out beside Cierra's ear.

"Miss Barton, are you touched? A man is willing to do this for you, tsk..."

"Patrick Trevino."

Cierra suppressed her anger and shouted out the name of the person behind her.

The man was still indifferent. "Hmm? What's wrong, Miss Barton? Don't you new gift?"

A gift?

It was a gift again.

Cierra bit her lips and suddenly hit Patrick's head on his chin.

Her hands, which were tied behind her back, had ground the hemp rope. After regaining her freedom, she threw a punch at his face with almost all her strength. "Have I given you face?

"Gift! I'll give you a gift!

"You pervert! It's an insult to a rat if I call you a rat. Who do you think you are? Do you think it's fun to play with others?"

If it weren't for the hemp rope on her feet that hadn't been untied, Cierra would have kicked him a few more times.

It was also during this period of chaos that Draven quickly ran towards her.

The others were no exception. The moment they saw Cierra's actions, their hearts almost jumped out of their chests and they ran towards her at the same time.

After all, that lunatic, Patrick, was still by her side. He was like a ticking time bomb. Who could guarantee that nothing would go wrong again?

Only by taking this opportunity to control this lunatic would they be able to get Cierra out of danger.

But it was too late.

After all, it was inconvenient for Cierra to move.

Although the hemp rope on her hands was loosened when she leaned against the tree so that she could break free just now, her legs were still tied, and it was inevitable that she would fall to her knees when she moved.

As for Patrick, who had been punched by her, he was not someone to be trifled with. He had taken a heavy blow just because he had not been prepared for it. How could he have been beaten up by Cierra all the time?

At the same time that the four of them ran over, he tried to regain control of Cierra in the chaos.

The scene was chaotic.

After the rain, the soil became loose, and no one knew what kind of land was under the thick pine tree,

Perhaps under the pine needles there was a huge stone, a thick piece of land, or a gully.

When Cierra dropped, her mind went blank.

The only thing she could think of was to beat this lunatic to death. She didn't know how to remedy the situation when it suddenly happened.

By the time she realized what was going on, all she could hear was the whistling sound of the wind and the panicked shouts above her head.

They were calling Cierra or Cici.

They were calling her home.

Therefore, when she fell into the cold lake and felt the pressure of the water coming from all directions, she didn't feel panic and fear, and their voices still echoed in her ears.

She would never die so easily. She would go home.

The person she loved, the person who loved her, the person she wanted to see and the person who wanted to see her were all waiting for her. She would never sink into the water like this, and would never disappear from the world like this.

She kept encouraging herself and was trying her best to break free from the shackles of the water.

Until her ankle was suddenly wrapped in a strong force.