Surely, he had tactics of his own such as tricking her.

“You are one to ask? How about you tricking me?" Franklin sat next to her and guessed that she had figured out why she couldn't book a hotel room downstairs.

He stared at her with confusion. "What's the relationship between you and the Dark? When did you become Amber?"

"What are you doing at underground boxing?" Sylvia didn't answer but asked.

"Don't skip my question. Couldn't I be there to watch?" Franklin crossed his legs elegantly while holding the glass with his fingers and shaking the wine slightly, "Sylvia, what exactly are you? Is there anything about you I don't know yet?"

"Franklin, we are divorced. Please stop asking about me. You have no right to make me say it." Sylvia drank it all, put the glass down, and then stood up.

“I should go to my room."

Sylvia slammed the door of her bedroom.

There was not a single expression on Franklin's face except a frown. Two minutes later, the sound of running water came from her room. She was taking a shower.

And the sound vanished about a dozen minutes later.

But Franklin was getting thirstier and hornier than before.

His feelings for her were deeper than he thought.

He took a deep breath, threw his phone on the couch, and decided to take a shower to calm himself down.

Sylvia then came out after the shower. She rubbed the towel through her hair and was about to check the kitchen as she felt a bit hungry right now.

All of a sudden, the phone on the couch rang.

She walked over and found out it was Franklin's phone.

The caller ID was Miss Evans.

Sylvia then picked up the phone and knocked on his door. But there was no answer.

She turned her ear toward the door. He must be showering as the water was running in there.

So she again threw his phone on the couch and moved on to the kitchen.

There were some eggs, tomatoes, and meat in the fridge, looking fresh. The hotel must just put them in there based on his flight.

He was a picky man and he would cook for himself instead of eating food here in Igethi.

But what he cooked was awful. Who knew how he ate them?

It was hilarious to think of a big tall man who was picky about what he ate.

staff prepared those raw materials because he knew that what Franklin could

meat and julienned it together with tomatoes

of the suite Franklin's phone was ringing nonstop like

hands and walk over.

just wouldn't give

his phone in her hand.

had finished

much and pushed the door open. A half-naked man was rubbing his hair with a towel with another white towel around his

lined up on his stomach,

for me, will you?" Franklin grabbed

around and pressed the button,

the other side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded; she then asked in a soft

do

again unpleasantly, "Why are you with

ask about this? I guess there's nothing

at him, "Your girl was not happy about me picking it

Evans who kept asking really

was going to make two sets of dinner. But now, I've decided to make just one.” Franklin's phone rang again

sneered and then

the phone with impatience,

heard his voice, "Franklin, who's that woman? She's

of your business. What are you calling me for?" Franklin said coldly,

thought of why would they, a man and a woman, be together in the

his wife went to Igethi, too? Or did he cheat

owned was not only that stunning face but also his wealth. Words had

Mrs. Maskelyne she had been hearing about but Franklin

voice, "I saw the news

with a better attitude, “I gotta

up. I haven't finished." Tiffany hurriedly

to chitchat with Tiffany here and just wanted to ask Sylvia

competition is coming. Grandpa would give up on me

would literally cry if he didn't help

"I know. I'll deal with it when I get

hung up and went straight

her phone, gnashing her

to her not long ago that she was the girl he had been looking

had just been

What happened to him?

luckiest girl in

could resist the

must be that

angry that she just wanted to

In the kitchen.

in an experienced manner. She even looked amazing when

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