Chapter 42 Why You Want to Assassinate Me?

"There is no comparison between these two."

Draven frowned.

"Why is there no comparison? Just because Mr. Barton is a man, and Aleah is a woman? Now, men and women are equal, Mr. Trevino."

Cierra sat up straight and fastened her seatbelt.

"And just now, you told Mr. Bernard-Barton that a man could also be a home wrecker. In fact, I have always wanted to ask you a question. To you, Aleah and I, who is the mistress?"

When she finished speaking, the car suddenly fell into silence.

Other than the sound of the car driving, there was only the shallow breathing of the two people.

Cierra did not expect Draven to give an answer.

She laughed at herself, "There is a very common saying on the Internet. The one who is not loved is the real mistress. Even if you don't say it, I know it in my heart. Now I also understand that love cannot be forced..."

She paused and looked at Draven. Her tone and expression were very serious.