Chapter 68 Mr. Trevino, Who Couldn't Get What He Loved

Cierra followed the voice and looked behind. Fingers hooked over her high heels; she stepped barefoot on the ground. Her hair and skirt were a little messy, making her like a fragile porcelain doll. The way she looked made Draven even angrier. Perhaps it was because she didn't realize that she was being seduced, or perhaps it was because the person standing beside her was William. "Thank you, Mr. Trevino. It won't take you too much time to buy me a pair in the mall. I don't mind, as long as it's new." Cierra didn't understand why Draven was so angry. She tidied up the messy hair by her ear and her delicate face was full of innocence. As for the man behind her, he understood the hostility between the two men. William looked down at the mess on Cierra, took off his coat, and slowly put it on her. Of course, he talked to Draven at the same time, "Mr. Trevino, since Cierra has asked, ple