Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Draven Said: I Can Prove It.

That's right. Although the police won't report the arrest, it will be inevitable to leak the news.

Aleah was one of the best in the entertainment industry. If she was taken away, someone would definitely recognize her.

Although they threatened the guests to be careful with their words, how could they have the ability to threaten the police?

I'll Vanessa was so anxious that she patted her daughter's hand to comfort her. "Don't worry, handle these things. You can relax and cooperate with the police first. I'll take you out tomorrow, okay?" Aleah thought that Vanessa was going to ask Draven for help. After all, in New York, Draven was probably the only one who had the ability to get her out of prison.

She cried with red eyes and grabbed

sa's hand more tightly. "What if Draven doesn't want to help me? He must be angry tonight. It's not certain whether he will marry me in the future."

Thinking of the consequences of not marrying Draven, Aleah wanted to die.

The police car stopped at the gate of the villa, and a man in uniform stepped in.

-Vanessa patted Aleah's hand. "Even if Draven doesn't agree, I have a solution. Your father and 1 have been in New York for so many years and have some abilities. Can you trust me?"

Aleah had no choice but to believe in her.

She was already being grabbed by the police. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move. She could only follow the police.

Vanessa looked at Aleal's back and sighed deeply.

She looked serious and wanted to discuss with Brian how to save Aleah's career. When she turned

around, she found that she was alone outside.

Brian had left a long time ago. He felt embarrassed, so when the police car stopped in front of his house, he turned around and returned to the villa.

Vanessa snorted, "Useless man, you can't be relied on!"

She looked at Aleah's back worriedly. After thinking for a moment, she took out her mobile phone

and dialed a number.

Outside the villa, Cierra stood next to the car with William, discussing.

Not far behind them stood Draven.

He didn't say anything to Cierra. He lowered his head and took out a handkerchief to treat the wound on his hand.

Because his right hand was injured, he could only wrap the wounds with his left hand, and his movements were so clumsy that he looked a little pitiful.

William glanced at him coldly and suddenly felt a little better. "Do you want to show a little mercy to your ex-husband?"

Cierra also saw it out of the corner of her eyes. She then raised her head and glanced at Draven.

Draven seemed to have sensed her gaze and raised his eyes, just in time to meet hers.

They were not far away, yet it was like there was a natural chasm between them.

Cierra looked away indifferently and said expressionlessly, "Why would I? He has his own fiancee to feel sorry for, so it's not my business. Besides, I don't have the mood to feel sorry for him." The police had already brought Aleah out, and Cierra strode over.

She walked over and cooperated with the investigation.

However, Draven looked at her all the time.

She was wearing Coby's suit on her shoulder, which didn't fit her well. It almost reached her knees.

However, it was such a thin figure that firmly walked toward the police station step by step, just to seek the justice for her brother.

Draven looked down at his wound, which was still hurting, and sneered.

In that instant, a dispute broke out on the other side.

Not far away, Draven could hear it clearly.

It was Aleah who shouted, "What do you mean by hurting someone on purpose? I didn't do it on purpose. I just hurt someone accidentally! Cierra, don't exaggerate my crime. If it weren't my family, you may already starved to death for, I don't know, many years! You are ungrateful! You will

die a horrible death!"

The curses made Draven frown. After two seconds of silence, he walked toward the police car.

"My brother is still in the hospital bandaging his wounds. No matter what you're thinking, I'll make you pay the price for hurting him." Cierra said calmly.

The police also was in a pickle.

They didn't see what had happened, nor did they have any evidence. Both sides held their own

opinions.

As for hurting people, they had already seen the photos taken by Coby. It was a fact that someone had hurt people. As for what the crime was, they had to investigate it thoroughly.

In any case, they wanted to see the evidence, not to judge who has the louder voice or to see who was calmer.

There was no point in arguing. The police planned to take Aleah away and detain her first.

Just as they were about to leave, they heard Draven's deep voice from behind.

"I can prove that Ms. Boyle deliberately hurt someone, and my hand is the evidence. If the police need to investigate, I can cooperate."

Hearing this, several people present were shocked and looked at him one after another.

Among them, Aleah was the most shocked.

She was shocked and sad. "Draven, how can you say that?"

He didn't avoid her eyes. "It's the truth."

The truth was that she had done it on purpose. Even if Aleali's illness had flared up and she couldn't control herself, she still wanted to stab Cierra with a knife.

Even if she didn't have any subjective ideas, it couldn't change her behavior which had happened.

Aleah fell into dejection and allowed the police to drag her into the car.

All she was thinking was that she was doomed.

Draven was completely disappointed in her and would never marry her again. As for that horrible man, he had never taken her seriously. Who knew what he would do to her? She was really screwed.

The door of police car closed.

The police didn't say much to Draven.

Draven's identity was different. Now that his hand was injured, they did not dare to let him to take a

statement like this.

Anyway, this case was not urgent. They decided to discuss it in next morning and just drove away.

At that moment, only Cierra, William and Draven remained at the entrance.

Cierra didn't seem to have recovered from her shock. She couldn't hide the shock in her eyes. At the same time, when she thought of how Draven had protected her at the dinner party today, her mood became a little complicated.

She moved her mouth, but spoke nothing.

Under Draven's gaze, she withdrew her gaze and turned to talk to William.

She said in a low and tired voice, "Let's go to the hospital. Coby's hand should have been bandaged. We can't let Ms. Navarro take care of him all the time."

It was obvious that she didn't want to talk to Draven, even if he had just helped her.

William did not take it seriously that Cierra was rude.

It was enough to exhaust her physically and men tally to deal with the matters of the Boyle family. How could she have the energy to face with Draven?

He could tell that Cierra was exhausted.

But he didn't want her to owe Draven anything, so he came to thank Draven.

"Thank you for helping, Mr. Trevino, I think your wound is a little serious. We're going to the hospital. Why don't you come with us?"

Draven was not in a hurry to respond. Instead, he looked at Cierra.

Her tiredness was written all over her face, and even opening the car door was hard for her.

But when he saw Cierra get into the passenger seat, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The passenger seat was reserved for girlfriends. He remembered that they had explained it to him like this not long ago.

They had not officially divorced yet.

However, it seemed that it was not the time to argue about this.

He was also exhausted. He glanced at his hand and said slowly, "Thank you, Mr. Barton."