Divorced but Delighted novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24 Ryan Invites Clerra to Dance

When Draven received the photo, he was driving.

Draven glanced at his phone while waiting at the traffic lights. Noticing the nonsensical words, he picked up his phone.

Then, Draven could not move his eyes away.

The old signboard that was filled with a sense of age was surrounded by neon lights. A woman wearing an old–fashioned dress stepped in the light and shadow with her high heels, looking exceedingly fascinating and charming. On her shoulders, there was a black suit, and the woman held the man beside her with her slender white arm. It was like a movie poster from old times.

Even though the photo was taken a little far away and only half of the woman’s delicate face could be vaguely seen, one could still recognize who the woman was at a glance.

Not to mention that the man the woman was holding was the one Draven had beaten up not long ago. That was the president of XR Entertainment, William Barton.

How could William actually take Cierra to that kind of place? Draven thought.

Draven stared at the photo and didn’t notice that the traffic lights had turned green.

The cars behind Draven urged desperately, and someone even got out of the car and knocked on Draven’s window.

Draven turned a deaf ear to that and directly called Ryan back. Then Draven turned the steering wheel with a livid face and drove straight in another direction.

“Cierra is at Ninth Club?”

As soon as the call was connected, Draven asked, gnashing his teeth.

Ryan also followed Cierra in at this time, his eyes following the outline of the beautiful figure. It seemed as if he could not see the crowd around him that was swaying with the lights and music.

Ryan asked for a glass of wine, and said casually, “Is there anything wrong with your eyes? Can’t you recognize the usual place we hang in?”

It is not like Draven has never been to Ninth Club before, Ryan thought.

It wasn’t that Draven didn’t recognize the place, but he still had the last bit of hope that William would still have some conscience and wouldn’t take Cierra to such a place.

Now that Draven heard the deafening noise over there, he drove even faster.

“Keep an eye on Cierra.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me.“”

Ryan shook his wine glass and suddenly thought of something-

“Draven, why are you suddenly concerned about Cierra? Haven’t you always thought that she was annoying? Now that you’re divorced, you even called me to help you investigate her life overseas. Now you even ask me to keep an eye on her. What’s the matter with you?”

Draven didn’t bother to argue with Ryan. Instead, Draven reminded Ryan in a cold voice, “I haven’t divorced Cierra yet. In the name of law, she is still my wife.”

Ryan said earnestly, “Draven, you can’t have it both ways. Anyway, you are going to marry Aleah. How about divorcing Cierra as soon as possible so that I will have a chance to chase after Cierra…”

Before Ryan could finish his words, Draven had already hung up.

Ryan clicked his tongue lightly and looked up again, only to find the beautiful figure near the bar counter had already disappeared.

The colorful light and shadows above the dance pool were dazzling, and the noisy stereo sound made people sway uncontrollably.

Cierra followed behind William, shuttling through the crowd and stopping by a booth. “The man should not be able to find me now. He is still on the phone.”

Cierra asked for a glass of wine and glanced in Ryan’s direction.

Having been tailed many times abroad, Cierra had a keen eye for people’s gazes. She noticed someone staring at her when she was photographed secretly in the doorway.

With a cold face, William took Cierra’s wine away and put it back on the bartender’s tray. “Get her a glass of milk”

The bartender was stunned. He nodded and turned around with the tray.

The people nearby also heard what William said and turned around to have a look

Cierra blushed from being stared at. She couldn’t help but kick William on his calf. “… William, you brought me to the bar to drink milk?”

William squinted at Cierra. “You want to drink?”

Cierra shrank her neck and looked towards the dance floor. “… I want to dance, too.”

William didn’t say anything this time. Instead, he chuckled, picked up a glass of wine, and sat down.

The bar is full of disco music, and William believed no matter how mischievous Cici was, she would not run up dressed up like this because it was too embarrassing.

and dance

However, something was impossible to guard against.