Chapter 407 It’s Not Embarrassing to see a doctor If you are ill

“Miss Barton, are you talking to me?”

Patrick turned around and looked down at her.

Cierra said for certain, “What else can I talk to in this room other than you?”

The man was about to die from blood loss, hanging on the wall without any movement. If it weren’t for his weak breathing, everyone would have thought…

As for herself, her hands and feet were tied. Who else could she call?

Patrick seemed to have heard something funny. He looked her up and down and said, “Miss Barton, you’re a little bolder. It’s seems that you don’t know me well enough and’ you are ordering me around. Do you really think you’re here as a guest?”

“But Mr Trevino, didn’t you invite me here?”

Cierra tilted her head like him and said wearily, “Your treatment is really bad.”

Patrick sneered and glanced at Cierra coldly, no longer responding to her.

How could he not tell that Cierra was doing this on purpose?

But the fact that this woman could calm down so quickly and start to talk to him. casually showed that she was obviously not a good person as well.

This game seemed to be more interesting.

He stared at Cierra for a long time and suddenly smiled. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way I treat my guests. If you’re not satisfied, you should find a way to make me happy, understand?”

To make him happy?

Disdain flashed across Cierra’s face.

Patrick didn’t care about her rudeness at all. He said in his usual voice, “Miss Barton, don’t you understand? Didn’t I tell you the solution just now?”

to get close to Cierra and

“Beg me.”

I didn’t beg you at that time, and you didn’t kill me,

Patrick’s tone and spat out

Disgusting her?

going to disgust

to look at her and suddenly chuckled. “Miss Barton’s ways of provoking people

straightened up and ignored her. He walked around the small messy house in

followed his footsteps and then

into view was Brian Boyle, who was suspended on the wall. Not far from him was an iron gate. Looking to the left, there was a tile-covered wall. The patterns

only look

No one knew how many years it had been since someone had touched it and how many

dark, she could vaguely feel that there was nothing special about the decoration on the opposite

and forth in the room. She felt that this man

fed with raw meat to keep

he was neither wolf

he became a complete

“Mr. Trevino?”

observing the surroundings, Cierra called out to

and looked back at her. “Have you figured out how to satisfy

head calmly and said for

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

the chair over from behind her, and sat down not

mind if I tell you a story

someone to send food

now that she had recovered from the shock

answer her question. He just leaned back

be the place where my good brother was punished? As long as he did something wrong or dissatisfied his mother or

lazy voice echoed in the empty space, piercing into

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