Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

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 Cierra and let out a

“Beg me.”

you at that time, and you didn’t kill me, did you? Do you not have

tone and

Disgusting her?

going to

and suddenly chuckled. “Miss Barton’s ways of provoking people are

around the small messy house in

his footsteps and then

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

could only

iron frame with rust stains. No one knew how many years it had been since someone had touched it and how many years ago people had

nothing special about the decoration on the opposite

was pacing back and forth in the room. She felt that this man had probably grown up in such

just like a wolf raised in a cage, who was still fed with raw meat

he was neither

end, he

“Mr. Trevino?”

surroundings, Cierra called out to

man was quite tolerant of her. He stopped and looked back at her. “Have you figured out

calmly and

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

pulled the chair over from behind her, and sat down

do you mind if I tell you a

someone to send food over after you

bit of shock. However, now that she had recovered from the shock and exhausted all of her strength,

didn’t answer her question. He just leaned back lazily in the chair and

used to be the place where my good brother was punished? As long as he did something wrong or dissatisfied his mother or grandfather, he would be locked up here. Only when

in the empty space, piercing into Cierra’s ears word by