SWNOVELS Chapter 420 How About This?
"Patrick, I don't think the feud between the Trevino family has anything to do with Cierra. You can come to me if you need anything. There's no need to make things. difficult for an innocent person." Draven's expression changed drastically when the blade was pressed against Cierra's. neck. Without thinking, he took a step forward and tried to stop him.
He looked straight at the dagger worriedly. "What do you want? If you have any requests, please tell me. Let Cierra go!"
"It's touching."
Patrick lowered his head slightly, his thin lips almost touching Cierra's ear.
"Mr. Trevino is willing to do anything for you. Do you like it, Miss Barton?"
The coldness on Cierra's neck slowly calmed her, especially the sharp pain that made her tense up.
She knew that this lunatic's words could not be trusted at all.
He said he would protect her life, but now he was the first to point a knife at her.
Protected the ass!
Cierra cursed in her heart and struggled a little in Patrick's arms. "Do you have to involve me in the affairs between you two brothers?"
"That's right."
The knife in Patrick's hand moved, warning Cierra not to move.
His evil voice was still the same, and he looked at the three people opposite him with a sneer. "Look, you're so useful. Even if you've divorced my good brother, didn't he still go up the mountain for you?" Miss Barton, do you think this man is cheap? When you liked him and loved him wholeheartedly, he fell in love with another woman because of a piece of cake and even kicked you out of the house for that woman. Now that you ignore him, he comes up to you eagerly. Doesn't he look like a dog?"
His voice was not loud but quiet enough for them to hear him.
Besides Cierra, who was held tightly in his arms, there was also a clear image of Draven, who had taken a step forward.
The latter looked calm and showed no timidity because of what Patrick said.
"I indeed owe Cierra a lot because of some misunderstandings in the past, so I the put good things I should have given her on someone else. But it's not that I didn't admit my mistake. At the same time, I tried my best to make up for it, and I was even willing to give up my life for it.
"But what about you, my brother? You kidnapped an innocent person and lured me here. Don't you think you're more pitiful?"
"I'm pitiful?"
Patrick seemed to have heard something funny.
He said indifferently, "Isn't that the case? No matter what the reason is, the fact is that you didn't have the confidence to admit that you had done something terrible.
"But you had to use such a despicable method.
"Besides proving that you are a mouse hidden in the sewer and can't see the sun, what else do you have? Aren't you pitiful enough?"
Every word was like a sharp blade stabbing into Patrick's heart.
If Patrick were average, he would have been irritated by Draven's words.
However, he was a lunatic.
He laughed, then tilted his neck. "Draven, you're fearless. Aren't you afraid you'll anger me and hurt the girl you protect?"
He raised the dagger and stuck it to Cierra's face in the cold light.
It was as if he would cut Cierra's face with a knife.
Draven's eyes darkened.
The faces of William behind him changed drastically, and he immediately took a step forward anxiously. "How dare you touch my sister!”
Not only did he get angry at Patrick, but Draven. He was furious.
"What nonsense are you spouting here? If something happens to my sister, will you take responsibility? Is this what you meant by risking your life to protect her? Do you know that you almost killed her just now?"
Draven pursed his thin lips. Although he was being questioned, he did not refute it. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Patrick.
William decided not to count on Draven and took the initiative to step forward.
He tried his best to control his emotions and tried to speak in a calm tone.
"You should also be Mr. Trevino, right? I don't know your grievances with Draven, but Cierra is kind. Please think about it and focus on yourself. Please don't get her into trouble.
'As for the kidnapping of my sister, if you let her come here safely now, we will never pursue it, including what happened in the past. In addition, we will never participate in or favor any of the negotiations between you and Draven today. What do you think?"
Patrick glanced at William casually and said, "What if I don't want to let Miss Barton go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, William's face suddenly turned indifferent.
"I've spent so much effort to invite Miss Barton here. How can I give her back to you so easily? Mr. Barton, from my point of view, is that true?"
William had been in the entertainment circle for many years. He had seen many wily old foxes in the business circle. It was the first time that he had met such a person.
He immediately lost his temper. "If anything happens to my sister, do you think you can leave this mountain safe and sound?"
He nodded in agreement. "Mr. Barton, you deserve it."
"Your words are full of confidence. But do you think those people you brought can eliminate me?"
He held Cierra as a hostage with a harmless smile, like a demon in an angel's jacket.
Even the words he spat out fear them.
"Mr. Barton, why don't you make a phone call and see how many of your brothers are left?"
The meaning behind his words was self-explanatory.
Although William stood still, he felt a little uneasy.
The first person he contacted was Ryan. After hearing what Patrick said, he secretly took out his mobile phone.
After a short moment, his expression turned utterly unsightly.
Then, Bruno noticed that something was wrong with Ryan. He also took out his mobile phone with a gloomy face, glanced at it, and his face darkened.
She knew what had happened by looking at Draven and Draven's appearances.
There was no doubt that Patrick was right.
All the people they brought with them had been killed.
"What exactly do you want?!"
Knowing the answer, he had no choice but to calm himself down.
Draven looked at Patrick and said, "If you have any requests, I hope you won't waste any more time."
He tried his best to restrain his emotion. If it weren't for his clenched fists, no one would be able to tell that he was in a bad mood.
Patrick sighed softly. "Oh, I thought this game would be interesting. I didn't expect it to be so boring."
"Well, I won't make things difficult for you. As for Miss Barton, I don't want to do anything to her, but my dear brother, since you've said so, I have to give you some advice."
"How do you think about this? You kneel and kowtow to me, and then you as my hostage to exchange for Miss Barton. What do you think about it?"