Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 426 Try Again?

Hearing this, Jaquan and William looked at each other.

They didn't refuse Draven, but because of his identity and what he had done in the past, they were still prejudiced against him.

However, the more information they had, the more confident they would be in replaceing Cierra, so naturally, they would not refuse him.

So Jaquan stepped forward and said with a decent attitude, "Mr. Trevino, is there any news?"

Coincidentally, Nick had also interrogated a location. If Draven told the same answer, would also mean that Patrick's man was not lying. The chances of replaceing them would be higher.

Patrick didn't hide anything and slowly spilled the beans.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bartons all looked up with gloomy eyes.

It was the same place.

It meant that the person who had been taken away by Nick was not lying.

If Patrick was still alive and Cici was still in his hands, they would meet there in the end.

After thinking for a moment, Jaquan did not dare to delay any longer. He turned to Nick and ordered, "Take some people there as soon as possible!"

After making the arrangements, he did not forget to thank Draven.

"Mr. Trevino, we are very grateful for your kindness. The location you gave us is the same as what we found, so it should not be wrong. If you still have people, I hope you can help us. If my sister comes back safely, we will definitely come to thank you."

In this sort of situation, they would naturally not pursue the matters of the past.

The more people he had, the better his chances of winning. Jaquan wouldn't pretend to be aloof just because of what Draven had done in the past, so that he wouldn't waste his energy looking for Cierra. That was a different matter altogether. Besides, in a sense, Draven was the benefactor of their business.

Due to their prejudice against their grandfather, they did not even go to the hospital to visit him properly. Now that they thought about it, they had gone too far.

Draven had never taken these things to heart. For him, it was fine as long as Cierra was fine.

Now all he wanted was to see her safe and sound.

At this moment, on the mountain, Cierra was staring blankly at the crescent moon in the sky.

The sun rose in the day, and the moon hung high in the night.

She rested her chin on her hand and recalled what had happened during the day. It was unbelievable to this day.

If it were before this morning, she would never have thought that she would take the initiative to take care of a person she hated extremely.

She couldn't even remember how she felt when she came back to replace Patrick.

Now that she thought about it, she didn't feel much.

In the deep mountains and forests, she couldn't replace the right way. It seemed good to have someone by her side. At least she didn't seem to be so lonely.

Perhaps when Patrick recovered, she would regret what she had done today.

But when she thought that a living person would die in front of her, she would feel guilty in the future, and she would regret it even more.

Cierra sighed lightly. She suddenly felt a little sad.

She really wanted to go home.

Although the beautiful scenery during the day could make her feel comfortable and open-minded, at night, she only felt that the mountains and rivers were full of passers-by. If she had relatives by her side, she would definitely feel relieved.

Cierra rested her chin on her hand and changed her posture. She leaned against the stone wall of the cave dejectedly and looked at the moonlight scattering on the ground.

She picked up some shells and piled them up under the moonlight. She was childish and innocent, like a child playing house.

"Miss Barton, what are you doing?"

In the cave, Patrick couldn't help but ask out.

Cierra threw away the stones and shells in her hand one by one and looked up at the moon. "I didn't do anything. I was just a little bored and looking at the moon."

"Look at the moon?"

Patrick's tone was surprised.

Cierra looked calm. "Yes, what's wrong?"

Patrick sneered and closed his eyes in disdain. "Then you're really bored."

Hearing this, Cierra was so angry that she retorted in a cold voice, "So what if I'm bored? If it weren't for you, would I have to sit in this deep forest and watch the moon? Without you, I would be enjoying the moon at home with my parents and brothers right. now!"

What was wrong with him?

It was not his turn to be sarcastic here.

The more Cierra thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up a handful of stones and threw them at Patrick.

Her strength was not small, and Patrick was weak at this time. One or two stones jumped on his face, which made him frown in pain.

He closed his eyes irritably and opened them again, revealing a bit of impatience. "Miss Barton, do you really think that I won't hit you just because I saved you once?"

"Come and strangle me right now if you can."

Cierra shouted at him, revealing her palm-covered neck.

This lunatic had hit her many times, especially when he was angry and often pinched her. She didn't know who had spoiled him.

Now that he was weak, she naturally had to seize the opportunity to take revenge.

After all, she had always made a clear distinction between kindness and grudges!

Hearing that she was shouting, Patrick could only close his eyes again. "Miss Barton, you may not have the experience of admiring the moon at the top of the mountain in the future."

The sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

Cierra couldn't be bothered with him.

If she argued with a lunatic, wouldn't she become a lunatic as well?

If she had to fight back every time Patrick mocked her, she would be exhausted.

So Cierra did not respond. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand and looked to the sky again.

Just like when she was a child, she looked at the stars and the moonlight above her head and thought of the vast and ethereal universe.

In a trance, the mountain wind blew with a hint of chill, which made her calm down.

"Is it really that beautiful?"

After an unknown period of time, Patrick's cold voice came from behind.

His voice inadvertently joined the mountain wind.

He also raised his eyes and looked at the crescent moon with Cierra. "The moon hangs in the sky every night. What can you see from it?" "What do you know?"

She rested her chin on her hand and said without looking back, "I hope you understand the feeling of missing someone."

Looking at the moon and thinking about the things in her heart, how could she be bored?

"The feeling of missing someone."

Patrick repeated in an indifferent voice, his tone full of discomfort.

"Only fools like you would worry about something as boring as love all day long

"Yes, we are stupid. We are not as smart as you, Mr. Trevino. You can walk more than ten miles without rest. You are the light of civilization, a master of science and technology, and a a noble with high taste. We are naturally not as good as you. We are not as bored as you that you need to kidnap people for fun."

Cierra threw out a series of compliments, but everyone could tell that she was mocking him.

Being ridiculed, Patrick's face darkened. "I dare you to say that again