Cierra looked down and saw the jewelry, which her brother had given her, being stepped into the pine wood needle forest. Her heart ached a little.
She put on a fake smile and said, "Why wouldn't I want it? If Mr. Trevino is really willing to give it to me, why wouldn't I?"
As the saying goes, money makes the mare go.
Although she didn't have to worry about money now and could rely on her brothers if she was really down and out, she used to be poor, so she still knew the principle of being rich.
If this lunatic was willing to give it to her, she would naturally take it. It would be worth a lot of money if she sold it.
The person was disgusting, but things were not.
After looking down at her for a while, the expression on Patrick's face suddenly disappeared. "Stop smiling. It's so ugly."
As he turned around and left, he suddenly became indifferent.