Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Divorced but Delighted Chapter 267

Chapter 267 It’s Not Too Late

“Why don’t we stay for a few more days? Since we haven’t officially met Cierra, we should at least have some fun. Oh yes, you saw the old man from L’Opera Restaurant today, right? I heard that Los Angeles is holding a Cooking Contest these few days. That old man is probably here for this matter. Maybe Cierra will be attending as well.”

Before Draven could reply, Ryan had already started talking.

“Let’s go and join in the fun. Although Cierra doesn’t want to talk to you, you can look

at her more.”

More importantly, Cierra was willing to talk to Ryan. Ryan wanted to stay a few more

days.

From the looks of Draven, Ryan’s wish would most likely come to nothing.

To Ryan’s surprise, the person in the passenger seat said softly, “Then stay for a few

more days.”

“Really?”

Ryan stepped on the accelerator excitedly. The sudden acceleration made Draven shoot a cold glance at him.

Ryan chuckled and stopped talking.

“That’s right. This is the real Mr. Trevino.”

The car went steadily on the road. The scenery slowly receded, not overlapping with the beautiful scenery of New York.

In New York, which was far away from here, there were also people who were planning to board the plane and head for Los Angeles.

“Bruno, isn’t it too rash for us to follow L’Opera Restaurant’s chef to Los Angeles like this? What if he’s purely participating in some Cooking Contest and my deskmate isn’t there at all? Wouldn’t that be a wasted trip?”

In the departure lounge, Adam analyzed rationally to Bruno, who was sitting opposite

him.

It had been so long, but they hadn’t gotten any information from the chef of the L’Opera Restaurant. Maybe it was just a cooperation, and they didn’t have much of a relationship.

If Bruno really wanted to know where Cierra was, he might as well ask her directly.

There was no need to waste so much effort.

Bruno was scrolling through his phone and leaning against the sofa casually.

Perhaps it was because he had seen some amazing news, his fingers suddenly paused on the screen, and his eyes behind his glasses lit up.

browsed through

“She’s in Los Angeles.”

Barton family in

Cierra was the daughter of

platform to find the lost children. At that time, Bruno did not take the news seriously and only thought that the Barton family was kind and attached great

news had something to do

out that Cierra was the

York, she had always been with William,

Cierra’s new boyfriend after her divorce,

thought that it would

react if they knew about this. Chapter 26t’s Not

eye of the richest and most powerful family

she wondered if they would regret treating her

if they treated her like an ordinary person and didn’t impose disgusting things on her, they would probably get

wicked people care

do

Regret?

no medicine for regret in this

They didn’t deserve it.

picture of the cake. With a faint smile on his face, he closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa

thought. “I

affirmative words. When Adam came to his senses, he saw Bruno leaning against the sofa with a peaceful face, as if everything was

I know that Cierra

Bruno was so

since he

why you like Cierra? You two don’t

suppress his curiosity, Adam leaned

impression, what Bruno and Cierra had said could be counted on

would often send messages asking about the

study. It was not until Cierra established a relationship with Draven

always known that Bruno liked Cierra. However, because Cierra used to only care about

divorced, Bruno was

no idea why Bruno had

have much interaction. They just met each other when the class was over. After that, when Bruno returned to the West family in Chicago,

Adam didn’t quite understand.

didn’t ask because he was not interested. Now that he was successful in his career, he also felt sour, sweet, crying, and happy in love, so he became curious about

the man sitting on the sofa

eyes.

were a little empty. He did

thought. “Why do

from the others. Since she was a child, she has

about Draven.

Go d had given Draven a