Chapter 95 Getting Even
As soon as Draven Trevino finished speaking, Aleah Boyle went limp and fell into his arms as if she had sprained her ankle or lost all her bones.
Cierra Boyle raised her eyebrow.
Many people looked at Cierra because of this scene.
As the news of Mrs. Trevino’s extramarital affair had recently spread online, most people present were aware that Draven Trevino and this wife designated by Ernest Trevino were still not divorced.
Even though the marriage between Mr. and Mrs. Trevino had long been over, and it was well-known that Draven Trevino was going to marry Aleah Boyle, as long as the formalities were not completed, the nature of the relationship was still different.
Many people present couldn’t bear to watch this scene. Behaving like this in front of someone’s current wife, it is not too much to say she is the third wheel.
Moreover, it was you, Aleah Boyle, who exposed Mrs. Trevino’s affair to the media. Now that the couple hasn’t divorced yet, isn’t it fair to say that you are the third party entangled with the man?
“Aleah, get up.” Draven Trevino said with no emotion.
Under the watchful gaze of the onlookers, Draven Trevino’s expression remained unchanged.
Aleah Boyle did not dare to play more tricks, “Sorry, Draven, the dress is too long…” said Aleah Boyle, standing up straight with the hem of her dress in her hands, looking guilty.
As with those people, the gaze of Draven Trevino was directed towards Cierra Boyle, not looking at Aleah Boyle anymore.
Aleah Boyle’s voice stopped abruptly. She followed Draven Trevino’s gaze to look over, a hint of viciousness appearing in her eyes.
To everyone’s disappointment, there was no trace of displeasure on Cierra Boyle’s face.
Like the majority of the crowd, she watched the scene in front of her with interest.
As she finally noticed the stares from the crowd, she exclaimed in surprise, “What are you all looking at me for? She hasn’t even knelt down yet, not to mention how much property I deserved.
How can I continue with this show?”
Her playful tone elicited laughter from the crowd.
However, some people couldn’t laugh.
As Draven Trevino’s gaze became dark, he stared at her for a long time before speaking, “Cierra, why do you have to be so aggressive? Last time, it was understandable that you were upset with
what happened and didn’t want to go back to the Boyle family. You could have just talked it out. Did you really have to create an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone here?”
His tone became almost stern towards the end.
“Mr. Trevino, what are you talking about? What do you mean by saying that everyone is uncomfortable? I feel pretty comfortable in my heart,”
Cierra Boyle widened her eyes and replied innocently, her words leaving Draven Trevino at a loss
for words for a moment,
“And I think most of the guests here should be quite comfortable, with food, drinks, and a good show to watch. I have to say that Ms. Boyle’s acting skills are really good, worthy of her profession.”
She smiled and added, winking provocatively at Aleah Boyle.
Aleah Boyle gritted her teeth so hard that they were about to break.
She wiped away her tears and wailed, “What do you mean, sister? Are you saying that holding this banquet for you tonight was a mistake?
We made such a big effort because we value you, don’t we? Do you really have to hate me and our parents just because the mistake I made in the past? Don’t forget, you were also raised by our parents!”
Her fierce words, coupled with Aleah Boyle’s resentful expression, made it seem as if Cierra Boyle
was a total villain.
She could almost imagine how much criticism she and Coby Barton would receive if the current scene of confrontation were posted online.
She gave a smile, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.
“You clearly wish I would just drop dead right now, yet you insist on calling me ‘sister” so sweetly. Your acting skills are deserving my praising.”
Cierra Boyle asked rhetorically in disbelief.
Probably because her words were too straightforward, or because the gaze was too sharp, tearing apart the dark thoughts in Aleah Boyle’s heart. For a moment, she even forgot to cry and just stared at her blankly.
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