Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Someone Tried to Kidnap Her and Guess Who Did That?

As soon as she finished speaking, William's face darkened, and his sharp brows furrowed tightly.

But before the two people next to him could look over, he had returned to his casual look.

"It's fine as long as she doesn't affect her work. I haven't recalled the cost I spent on her yet."

Cierra Boyle followed behind William Barton, changed the topic and didn't mention Lydia Navarro

anymore.

"William, do you want to go with us tonight? The Boyle family suddenly changed their mind and turned their family banquet into a group of people's dinner party. They didn't invite you?"

It was said from Lydia Navarro that the Boyle family had invited almost the entire upper class of New York, and even some families they usually looked down on had been invited. Some low-key wealthy families had also received invitations.

Of course, it was up to whether they were invited party or not.

Although William Barton was not in the name of the Barton family, XR Entertainment was still a big company. Now he had some influence in New York, especially in the entertainment industry.

As expected, the Boyle family should have sent the invitation card.

William Barton snorted and did not deny it. "Do you think they are qualified to let me attend the Boyle family's dinner party?"

His tone was full of sarcasm. When it came to the Boyle family, William Barton was so arrogant.

"So you're saying that you're not going?"

Cierra Boyle followed behind him, his eyes full of ridicule.

"Ms. Navarro, are you not going? What if any young masters really like Ms. Navarro..."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Before Cierra Boyle could finish his words, he was interrupted by William Barton.

He stopped, turned around, and retorted, "Lydia Navarro is just an artist of my company. Cici Barton, don't think at random, okay?"

Her footsteps came to a sudden halt and she was caught off guard. Cierra Boyle bumped into William Barton's chest, causing her nose to ache.

She covered her nose and nodded heavily. Her eyes were naturally red, and she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

"Are you all right?"

Coby Barton, who was standing behind him, frowned and asked worriedly.

William Barton frowned and looked at her.

Cierra Boyle raised his head and waved his hand. His nasal voice was heavy as he said, "It's okay, it'll be fine later."

William Barton snorted coldly. "It serves you right."

Cierra Boyle glared at him. "How dare you say that about me? Thank goodness my nose is real. If I did it like those artists in your industry, you know you would have to pay for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, and then the three of them burst into low laughter and finally changed the topic.

In contrast, the atmosphere in the president's office of the Trevino Group was not so good.

Early in the morning, all kinds of tasks were assigned to Draven Trevino, making it hard for him to

breathe.

Only Ryan West slowly walked into the office with a cup of coffee in his hand.

It was only then that she felt a little more relaxed.

"Hey, who provoked Mr. Trevino early in the morning?"

Not only did Ryan West bring coffee, but he also brought breakfast and placed it on the coffee table in the reception room of Draven Trevino's office.

"Let me guess. Did my lovely Cici p*ss off your ex-husband when she woke up early in the morning? Or did Mr. Morgan fail to satisfy her in some way last night? Why is it so early..." "Ryan West."

Before Ryan West could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Draven Trevino.

wwwwwww

However, the person who was wrapped in anger didn't feel anything and was still fiddling with his breakfast slowly.

When she heard Draven Trevino call her name, she scratched her ears indifferently.

"Yes, I can hear it with both ears. Mr. Trevino, you don't have to shout so loudly."

"Can't you just speak normally?" Draven Trevino couldn't stand it anymore.

"Tsk, tsk. Come on, what's wrong with me?"

Ryan West couldn't help rolling his eyes at him.

Draven Trevino squinted at him and said, "You're eating abnormally."

No ordinary person would eat coffee with fried dough sticks like this.

"What do you know? This is a combination of Orient and Western elements."

Ryan West snorted and retorted.

He finally placed all the food on the coffee table, then slowly picked up the coffee, took a sip, and slowly took a bite of the fried dough stick.

The fried dough stick, which had just come out of the pot, was still crisp and made a clicking sound in the office. The smell of oil was mixed with the fragrance in the office, and the smell was indescribably strange.

Draven Trevino couldn't stand it anymore. He put down the pen and closed the lid. He looked at Ryan West with his dark eyes and asked, "Can you go to the break room and eat before you come

back?"

Ryan West's words were unclear. "I'm busy."

As he ate, his eyes were still fixed on the computer. He tapped on the keyboard with his free hand from time to time without looking at him.

It was obvious that he was still holding a grudge against Draven Trevino for setting him up

yesterday.

Draven Trevino pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said slowly, "If you're still angry about what happened yesterday, I apologize to you. But when you go back, you should know that Bruno West didn't take advantage of you. What belongs to you still belongs to you."

"How dare he take advantage of me? Get lost!"

Ryan West raised his eyes, glanced at Draven Trevino, and snorted.

He was not angry because of Bruno West at all.

What he was angry about was that Draven Trevino had used Bruno West to disgust him.

But the disdain on Ryan West's face only lasted for a few seconds, then he suddenly sat up straight

on the sofa, looking serious.

"Isaid."

"Draven, you don't f**king have multiple personalities, do you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the office fell silent.

The man at the table was also silent. He held the pen and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he lowered his voice and looked up. "What did you say?"

He did have a m*ntal illness. He had been seeing a psychologist since Ernest Trevino passed away.

But he didn't tell anyone about it.

Including his mother, Sue Skinner, and also Ryan West.

Except for his personal doctor and himself, no one knew that he had a m*ntal illness.

But he was clear about his condition. He had also checked the medical records. In addition to claustrophobia, there were some other symptoms that had little impact on his life.

He couldn't have multiple personalities.

Ryan West didn't notice anything wrong from Draven Trevino. His eyes were fixed on the computer

in front of him.

After pausing the video on the computer, he handed it directly to Draven Trevino and said, "Take a look for yourself. Does this person look like you?"

Draven Trevino's face was full of impatience, especially when Ryan West approached him.

But when he saw the picture on the computer clearly, he suddenly froze.

The surveillance video was paused, and the time and place was very clear.

He had been to Ninth Club yesterday.

In the video, there was a man in a suit hiding in the crowd. Although half of his face was hidden in the light and shadow, the other half of his face and figure could be seen clearly. It was none other

than Draven Trevino!

"When Cici was drinking last night, we noticed that someone was secretly watching her. In addition, she said something after she got drunk last night, so I investigated it overnight. I didn't replace anything abroad, but I found that on the day she returned to the country, someone was trying to follow her at the airport. Guess who was behind it?"

Ryan West clicked on the mouse, found another document, and looked at Draven Trevino.