Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 439 A Gift for You, Miss Barton

Like frightened animals, people rushed out with fear.

After all, they didn’t have anything to fight with Patrick’s weapon.

The sound of people falling to the ground also made everyone panic.

All of them fled.

Patrick went in the opposite direction and headed straight for Cierra, who had fallen due to exhaustion.

Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too noisy, or because the body on her back made her sick, but before she could open her eyes completely, she struggled to move aside.

Patrick squatted in front of her, his eyes drooping and smiled.

“You can still move. It seems that you are much more tenacious than I thought, Miss Barton…”

The woman’s movements interrupted him before he could finish his words.

Cierra, who had lost consciousness, seemed to know that someone was coming to save her. Her eyes were half-closed as she hugged the man in front her tightly.

Patrick didn’t know if it was because of the pain in his wounds or something else, but he froze on the spot and didn’t move.

Patrick narrowed his eyes, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Just as he was about to push her away, his movements suddenly froze.

He heard the woman in his arms sobbing weakly. “Why are you so late… Do you know that I almost…”

Almost, how was it?

However, the person in his arms suddenly fell silent, as if she had lost all her strength and fell into his arms.

When Calvin came in with his men, they saw such a scene.

It was like a close-up shot of a dead man in a movie. Her arms hung straight down, which shocked Calvin.

He walked to the side of Patrick in a mess and glanced at the blood on the ground and the woman in his arms with his aged eyes.

After a while, he said in a low voice.

“Mr. Patrick, my condolences.”

“Who told you she’s dead?”

Patrick suddenly raised his eyes and give Calvin a cold glance.

Calvin’s body trembled. He looked at Gaelen, who was lying in blood, and Cierra, who was covered in wounds. “No, I didn’t mean that…”

The roar of cars came from outside the garage. Judging from the noise, there was more than one car.

Patrick didn’t have time to listen to Calvin’s idle chatter. He stood up with the woman in his arms and said, “Someone’s coming. Let’s go.”

Calvin’s expression also changed. “But your injury…”

Patrick didn’t pay any attention to him and walked out.

The outside was brightly lit.

The Barton family, the Trevino family, and some other people all gathered here. He could vaguely see the leader under the dazzling headlights.

Patrick stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, Calvin also saw the scene not far away.

The yellow-haired men who had escaped from the garage earlier had been caught and were being surrounded and interrogated.

And Patrick’s car, which was driving up the mountain, had nowhere to hide under the light.

He was afraid that in a few minutes, this group of people would come to the garage.

“Sir, what should we do now?”

Calvin was a little anxious.

In fact, he wanted to propose to leave this woman here.

From the looks of it, the Barton family was here for Cierra.

But on second thought, he remembered how Patrick had rushed up the mountain without caring about his health when he was in the hospital. How could he be willing to return what he had snatched back with great difficulty?

Based on his understanding of Mr. Patrick, even if it was a living person, he would

rather kill her than send her to others.

Just as Calvin was thinking about what to do…

However, he saw Patrick turn around and say, “Since they’re here, send Cierra back. It’s a burden to take this woman with us. Why don’t we hand over the mess to them?”

Calvin was shocked by his decision.

His mind was in a mess, as if he had stopped thinking.

Why was it that every step Mr. Patrick took was different from her expectation when

Mr. Patrick came to New York?

At the moment, Calvin didn’t have time to think about it. He could only follow Mr.

Patrick and wait for his orders.

Of course, he didn’t stop muttering in his heart.

If Mr. Patrick hadn’t been in such a hurry to go up the mountain or brought a few more people up, the situation wouldn’t have been like this now.

It was a pity that there was nothing he could do to help Mr. Patrick at his age.

He nervously paid attention to the movements behind him and then looked at the scene. in front of him. Patrick was still adjusting Cierra’s movements calmly, as if he was creating a scene of how to kill Gaelen.

He even had the leisure to make an elegant gesture for Cierra before handing a Browning pistol, which had unloaded the bullet, into Cierra’s hands.

After doing all this, he smiled and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

“Miss Barton, this is a gift for you. I hope you like it.”

There seemed to be some noise coming from outside.

Calvin was a little worried. “Mr. Patrick, they seem to be coming.”

Without raising his head, Patrick said in a low voice, “Okay, let’s go.”

Just as he was about to get up, his bloodstained clothes were suddenly pulled by someone.

“Don’t go…”

She was like an abandoned dog, hoping to grab a glimmer of hope and take her away.

Patrick really stopped moving.

The sound coming from the garage entrance was getting closer and closer.

Calvin was extremely anxious. “Mr. Patrick!”

Patrick’s expression remained calm as he slowly tore off the fingers that were holding onto his clothes one by one. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Sh… I’ll come back to you.”

The noise at the door became louder.

There was also a nervous voice coming from outside. It sounded like a man covered with pockmarks.

“Right, right there! We, we really didn’t do anything to that lady. It was our boss who did it!

“There’s also a man who beat us up. Look at the wounds on our bodies. We were the ones who were bullied. We just took the money and did nothing else!”

“It’s all Gaelen’s fault. We didn’t dare to resist even if we wanted to. I’ll take you in right now, but what’s going on inside has nothing to do with us!”

The man hurriedly distanced himself from the matter and put all the blame on Gaelen.

Anyway, Gaelen was dead, and the dead couldn’t defend themselves.

In these derelict buildings, there was no monitor as evidence, so they would say whatever they wanted.

This group of people, they were all people with benefits. Naturally, they would place their lives on the line.

What Paul said was that they nodded in agreement.

In short, Gaelen was the only one who had done bad things. It had nothing to do with them how badly Cierra had been injured.

In the garage, Patrick heard everything and chuckled.

Humans were really interesting creatures.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

As soon as he turned the corner, Patrick would encounter the group of people rushing

He still walked unhurriedly to the stairs of the emergency passage, covering the wound on his abdomen. Calvin followed him.

There was a faint layer of blood on the ground.

When the group of people stepped into the garage, the last drop of Partick’s blood fell on the stairs.