"Yea, what? Are you going to take avenge for them?" Sylvia said causally. Her eyelashes shivered like butterflies under the sunlight, alluring and attractive.

Paul looked at her beautiful eyes; his anger somehow dissipated. Being beaten by such a beautiful was not a terrible thing.

Sylvia was the only woman in the world who dared to beat him. Sylvia, that was her name, right? That was what James called her just now. She was beautiful and so was her name.

Franklin stood in front of Sylvia, his aura frightening.

His extremely handsome face exuded a chill.

"Sylvia, what else are you hiding from me?"

"Mr. Maskelyne, why do you sound so angry?" Sylvia let out a chuckle and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. It was a simple movement, but alluring when she did it.

Mark lost control and laughed out. Vaild quickly tugged on his sleeve. Mark immediately stopped laughing. It wasn't easy to suppress his laughter.

Sylvia was so cool.

She beat the three people.

Cool!

Those who dared to disturb her from sleeping should be taught a lesson.

Paul was speechless.

It seemed that Sylvia was not afraid of Franklin. She even dared to provoke Franklin.

Paul felt relieved.

Seeing Franklin, his enemy, being dissed, he felt good.

time that he

his eyebrows and let out a very cheerful smile. His chagrin and embarrassment were all gone. He looked at Franklin, lifting his eyebrows. "Mr. Maskelyne,

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that?" Paul snorted and then asked the

thought Sylvia must be impressed. He threw a wink

next second, there was

and directly pressed the fool back into the car, "Go!" Romeo screamed,

A familiar ringtone sounded.

flashed into her eyes. "Mr. Maskelyne, I need to go now, goodbye." She then walked towards the Land Rover. Mark went

darkened, and his handsome face seemed to be

Damn it!

were those

"Hello?"

the phone rang three times, Sylvia

came, and

about this later.” Sylvia's gaze drifted out the

grandmother? Are you sure you are not going back?" Otto

Sylvia this time, otherwise, he

excuse to get me back, understand?" Sylvia's icy tone

his anger, "Sibbie, I know you have always hated me, but your grandmother is really sick this

sickness as an excuse to ask me back. Who else in this world curses his mother as you do?" The sarcasm

not lying this time; your grandmother is really sick. She is old and feeble these

to waste

want

out of the car, grabbed a taxi, and headed straight

a

Andrews family was rich, although not one

he married Sylvia's mother. Sylvia's mother eloped with him

Sylvia's mother's money, they started the business, from small

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