FULL NOVELXO Chapter 414 What’s Your Purpose?
Cierra looked down and saw the jewelry, which her brother had given her, being stepped into the pine wood needle forest. Her heart ached a little.
She put on a fake smile and said, "Why wouldn't I want it? If Mr. Trevino is really willing to give it to me, why wouldn't I?"
As the saying goes, money makes the mare go.
Although she didn't have to worry about money now and could rely on her brothers if she was really down and out, she used to be poor, so she still knew the principle of being rich.
If this lunatic was willing to give it to her, she would naturally take it. It would be worth a lot of money if she sold it.
The person was disgusting, but things were not.
After looking down at her for a while, the expression on Patrick's face suddenly disappeared. "Stop smiling. It's so ugly."
As he turned around and left, he suddenly became indifferent.
"We must go down the mountain before dawn. If they come to us before dawn, I can't guarantee what the situation will be. If we go down before dawn, it means that we have successfully escaped. I can't guarantee anything else, but at least your life is safe, understand?"
"I see..."
Cierra responded in a low voice, and her mind was racing.
She glanced at the man's back and frowned slightly.
It seemed that this lunatic really intended to take this kidnapping as a game.
What on earth was his purpose?
However, Cierra didn't think too much about it. He set the location of the kidnapping in the old house of the Trevino family, where Draven had been punished in the past. It was obvious that he was here for Draven.
Cierra naturally didn't think that he would be able to guarantee her safety and no other harm after accompanying this lunatic through this journey.
As Patrick had said, he could not guarantee anything but her life.
In that case, why should she listen to him?
It was better to wait for Draven to catch up. Even if her life was in danger, at least the initiative would be on their side.
But now, Cierra couldn't be so sure about this. So she followed behind Patrick and stumbled forward as she had done before.
It was drizzling in autumn, covering the night with a layer of fog.
If it wasn't for the fact that they were being part of it, it would be a beautiful paradise from afar.
However, at that moment, the crowd that were trapped in it all had serious expressions on their faces.
Especially for Draven, who was walking with Ryan, his expression was extremely ugly.
He was the first to rush to the Trevino family's residence. He didn't know that Patrick had left with Cierra at that time, so he could only lead his manpower to search for them.
Ryan went straight to the old villa of the Trevino family. He searched the inside and outside of the house, while Draven went to the small house that had made him have nightmares countless times. Before he even got close....
He recalled the abyss in his countless nightmares.
The nightmares Draven had had since he was a child had haunted him for nearly eighteen years. Even when Ernest was seriously ill and this hell-liked room was sealed, the nightmares in his heart had never disappeared.
He even felt disgusted at the Trevino family's old house. Unless it was necessary, he would never step foot in it again, let alone take the initiative to stay overnight.
Later on, every exception was made because of a single Cierra.
And It was the same at present.
Before Draven could get close to the room, his face turned pale.
However, when he thought that Cierra might appear inside, he still clenched his teeth and walked in with fear all over his body.
In the darkness, the footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the sound of the drops in the nightmare became louder and louder, as if they hit his heart and destroyed the defense he had worked so hard to build.
When he was about to approach the door, he suddenly felt a sense of escape. For a moment, he wanted to leave.
But he couldn't!
Cierra might still be in there. Maybe the blood was hers.
If he had come later, the result might have been completely different.
He gritted his teeth and pushed the door open in fear.
The room was pitch-black and overlapped with all the nightmares in his memory. There was a thin layer of sweat on Draven's forehead, and he was almost about to lose consciousness.
The strong smell of blood and the rust that hadn't been used in the room for a long time made him sick.
He struggled to stay awake and stumbled inside. His voice was as weak as his current state, but his heart was full of that person.
"...Cierra, are you inside?"
His vision was blurred. It seemed that Draven couldn't adapt to the situation inside. He tried hard to find the figure in the darkness, but as long as he opened his eyes, he would see all kinds of dangerous scenes in his dreams.
It was as if he had fallen into an illusion. As long as he took a step forward, he would reach the bottomless abyss.
Draven had no choice but to close his eyes.
As long as he didn't look, he wouldn't be able to see the vastness of Hell.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the dripping water. Except for the sound, all other feelings seemed to be completely closed.
When Draven touched a wet person, his heart tightened, and all his fear turned into worry.
He didn't have time to think about anything else. He just prayed that Cierra would be safe. Neither did he dare to imagine what would happen if she really lost too much blood, nor did he dare to imagine where those wounds were on her body.
She had been injured before, and there were scars all over her body. How could she afford to suffer new injuries?
While Draven was afraid that she would be hurt, he felt more worried and guilty.
If it weren't for him, perhaps Patrick wouldn't have come to her at all, let alone hurt her like this.
In the past, she had suffered all sorts of injuries because of him, but now, the source of the calamity was still him.
It seemed that all the troubles in her life were caused by him.
But obviously, he ad tried his best to stay away from her...
At this moment, he had no time to care about the nightmares of his childhood. He only wanted to take her out.
His clothes were soaked in blood, and his hands were covered with blood, which made him walk faster and faster.
It was not until he stepped out of the corridor of the house and saw Ryan walking toward him that he felt a little relief There's hope...
"Cierra..."
He lowered his eyes, and the expression on his face suddenly stopped. His dark pupils widened slightly, full of disbelief.
"How could that be?"
When Draven saw that the person he brought out was not Cierra, he froze.
Almost subconsciously, he put the person down and walked back.
At the same time, his fingers began to tremble violently.
If he remembered correctly, there should only be one sound in the room. If there was no one else, then... where was Cierra? Draven didn't dare to think too much about it. All he wanted was for her to be safe.
Ryan followed closely behind.
Ryan called him a few times, but there was no response, so he could only follow Draven with manpower.
Of course, he noticed Brian Boyle, who had been thrown at the door.
Seeing Brian Boyle in such a miserable state, Ryan did not feel much sympathy for him. In fact, he even felt a bit disgusted.
He glanced around and handed the half-dead man over to his men. Then, he lead two men inside and followed Draven