Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446 Old Man! 

At six o’clock in the evening. 

It was the time for dinner, the kitchen in the old mansion of the Trevino family was 

busy. 

Old Mr. Trevino wanted to have a taste of seafood. The chefs were preparing meals in 

full swing 

When Draven arrived with his men, the smell of food slowly wafted out of the kitchen. 

Having lived in Washington D.C. for a long time and missing his past lives in New York, old Mr. Trevino even cooked personally. 

His face was full of smiles when he smelled the delicious aroma of the food. 

Just as he was about to bring the food out of the kitchen, he heard Ben’s voice at the door. “Mr. Trevino, Mr. Draven is back.” 

Old Mr. Trevino didn’t answer. He carried the steaming food to the dining room. 

“Get out of the way! The newly steamed fish is hot. Be careful not to get it on your 

body.” 

He made this steamed fish himself, so naturally he served it himself. 

Old Mr. Trevino was in a good mood. After putting down the dishes, he picked up his fork, tasted it, and nodded in praise. 

“Well, the fish in New York are fresh. We don’t often eat them in Washington D.C. When we have fewer things to do there in the future, you can come back with me if you are interested, Ben.” 

Just as Ben was about to remind him of Draven, he was interrupted by someone outside 

the dining room. 

Draven barged in aggressively, with his darkened face. 

However, old Mr. Trevino pretended not to know anything. 

He was still tasting his cooking and even generously recommended it to Draven. “You’re back? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I cooked 

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a few dishes myself. Have a taste of them!” 

With a cold face, Draven stared at him as if he was trying to find something on his face. 

But he was so good at pretending that Draven couldn’t see through it at all. 

Behind him, Ben pulled out a chair and said in a much more polite tone than in the 

afternoon, “Please take a seat, Mr. Draven. We can talk over dinner.” 

Old Mr. Trevino was eating the fish. When he heard this, he nodded in agreement. “Ben 

is right. Let’s eat first. There’s nothing better than eating.” 

He picked out the fishbones and put the piece of fish into Draven’s bowl like an 

understanding old man. “Come on, sit down. Ben has pulled out a chair for you. As for 

what I told you this afternoon, you can give me an answer after dinner. But I think you’ve thought it through since you’ve come here. Im very pleased. I’ll tell you about 

the Trevino Group after dinner. What do you think?” 

As soon as he finished, he was interrupted by Draven’s stern voice. 

“That’s enough. Aren’t you tired of pretending for so long?” 

Draven’s eyes were filled with coldness as he glared at him. His face, which had already been burned by the fire, suddenly looked a little ferocious. 

“Where is she?” 

Draven lost his patience and questioned him with a cold face. 

Old Mr. Trevino, who was sitting in the main seat, restrained his smile a little. He did. 

not put down his fork and continued to eat his food unhurriedly. 

However, as soon as he raised his hand slightly, Ben, who was standing behind him, 

took a step forward and stood between Draven and old Mr. Trevino. 

Ben looked up at Draven threateningly and said, “If Mr. Draven is not here for dinner, 

then you can leave now. Please don’t disturb Mr. Trevino’s meal. In addition, we don’t 

quite understand what you said. If you have any requests or need help from Mr. Trevino, 

just tell us.” 

The veins on Draven’s forehead bulged. If it weren’t for Ben, he would have flipped the 

table over. 

However, after knowing Ben’s power in the afternoon, Draven knew that it was useless for him to start a fight, so he could only endure it. 

A sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously. 

Draven had never imagined that one day he would be threatened by an old man who was related to him by blood. 

Even under the pressure of his own grandfather, he had never felt so powerless. 

It seemed that he encountered a player with a higher level in a card game. He was suppressed during the battle and had no strength to resist. 

In the game, it was level that determined everything. But in reality, it was power and 

force. 

Draven probably had never imagined that one day he would be suppressed by power and 

force in New York. 

This matter was related to Cierra, so he could only suppress his desire to flip the table. 

over and restrain his tone. 

“My ex-wife, the daughter of the Barton family, Cierra Barton, was kidnapped by Patrick you raised a few days ago. Three days ago, her ribs were broken and she was sent. to the hospital. After you finished your conversation with me in the afternoon, she disappeared in the hospital. Where is she, Mr. Trevino?” 

Old Mr. Trevino finally looked up at him, but he didn’t answer Draven’s question in 

time.