Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 446 Old Man!

At six o'clock in the evening.

It was the time for dinner, the kitchen in the old mansion of the Trevino family was busy.

Old Mr. Trevino wanted to have a taste of seafood. The chefs were preparing meals in full swing

When Draven arrived with his men, the smell of food slowly wafted out of the kitchen.

Having lived in Washington D.C. for a long time and missing his past lives in New York, old Mr. Trevino even cooked personally.

His face was full of smiles when he smelled the delicious aroma of the food.

Just as he was about to bring the food out of the kitchen, he heard Ben's voice at the door. "Mr. Trevino, Mr. Draven is back."

Old Mr. Trevino didn't answer. He carried the steaming food to the dining room.

"Get out of the way! The newly steamed fish is hot. Be careful not to get it on your body."

He made this steamed fish himself, so naturally he served it himself.

Old Mr. Trevino was in a good mood. After putting down the dishes, he picked up his fork, tasted it, and nodded in praise.

"Well, the fish in New York are fresh. We don't often eat them in Washington D.C. When we have fewer things to do there in the future, you can come back with me if you are interested, Ben.”

Just as Ben was about to remind him of Draven, he was interrupted by someone outside the dining room.

Draven barged in aggressively, with his darkened face.

However, old Mr. Trevino pretended not to know anything.

He was still tasting his cooking and even generously recommended it to Draven. "You're back? You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I cooked a few dishes myself. Have a taste of them!"

With a cold face, Draven stared at him as if he was trying to replace something on his face.

But he was so good at pretending that Draven couldn't see through it at all.

Behind him, Ben pulled out a chair and said in a much more polite tone than in the afternoon, "Please take a seat, Mr. Draven. We can talk over dinner."

Old Mr. Trevino was eating the fish. When he heard this, he nodded in agreement. "Ben is right. Let's eat first. There's nothing better than eating."

He picked out the fishbones and put the piece of fish into Draven's bowl like an understanding old man. "Come on, sit down. Ben has pulled out a chair for you. As for what I told you this afternoon, you can give me an answer after dinner. But I think you've thought it through since you've come here. Im very pleased. I'll tell you about the Trevino Group after dinner. What do you think?"

As soon as he finished, he was interrupted by Draven's stern voice.

"That's enough. Aren't you tired of pretending for so long?"

Draven's eyes were filled with coldness as he glared at him. His face, which had already been burned by the fire, suddenly looked a little ferocious. "Where is she?"

Draven lost his patience and questioned him with a cold face.

Old Mr. Trevino, who was sitting in the main seat, restrained his smile a little. He did. not put down his fork and continued to eat his food unhurriedly.

However, as soon as he raised his hand slightly, Ben, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and stood between Draven and old Mr. Trevino.

Ben looked up at Draven

threateningly and said, "If Mr. Draven

is not here for dinner, then you can leave now. Please don't disturb Mr. Treving's meal. In addition, we don't quite understand what you said. If

you have any requests or need help

from Mr. Trevino, just tellus."

The veins on Draven's forehead bulged. If it weren't for Ben, he would have flipped the table over.

However, after knowing Ben's power in the afternoon, Draven knew that it was useless for him to start a fight, so he could only endure it.

A sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

Draven had never imagined that one day he would be threatened by an old man who was related to him by blood.

Even under the pressure of his own grandfather, he had never felt so powerless.

It seemed that he encountered a player with a higher level in a card game. He was suppressed during the battle and had no strength to resist.

In the game, it was level that determined everything. But in reality, it was power and force.

Draven probably had never imagined that one day he would be suppressed by power and force in New York.

This matter was related to Cierra, so he could only suppress his desire to flip the table. over and restrain his tone.

"My ex-wife, the daughter of the Barton family Čierra Barton, was kidnapped by Patrick you raised a few days ago. Three days ago, her ribs were broken and she was sent. to the hospital. After you finished your conversation with me in the afternoon, she disappeared in the hospital. Where is she, Mr. Trevino?"

Old Mr. Trevino finally looked up at him, but he didn't answer Draven's question in time.

There were other dishes on the table. He picked up a piece of stir-fried cabbage, tasted it, and put the fork down. Then he wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and spoke unhurriedly. "So you hurried here just to ask me about that girl?"

Draven's eyes were bloodshot and he remained silent. Although he didn't say anything, the expression on his face was obvious.

Right now, other than Cierra, there was probably nobody or nothing in the world that could cause his emotions to fluctuate to such an extent.

Of course, he didn't come back for what old Mr. Trevino had said in the afternoon.

Although Draven had no feelings for Patrick and they could even be said to be enemies, it was not necessary for him to replace Patrick like this.

Since their fates had been chosen when they were born, then Patrick would be the successor of his family and as for Draven, he managed the group in New York.

He didn't care about others' company, even if it was a hundred or a thousand times better than his company.

Even if they wanted to hand it over to him, he was unconcerned at all.

But now, it seemed that they were going to force it into his hands.

The stalemate continued for a

moment before old Mr. Trevino replied slowly, "The Barton family in Los Angeles isn't worth any of my attention. I'm not in the mood to deal with a little girl. If you're here for this matter, then you can leave now. If you're coming to reply to what I said in the afternoon, then sit down and have a good meal. Let's have a good chat after dinner."

"What are you pretending for?"

Draven interrupted him with a sneer, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"You told me that Cierra was locked up in Mount Shasta. At that time, you were in the mood, but now you're saying that you're not? Old man, aren't you afraid of losing your face by wearing a hypocritical mask?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the table froze.

In particular, Ben, who was standing in the middle, glared at Draven fiercely. Although Ben didn't say anything, his expression showed that he was cursing.