After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Rumor! Mrs. Maskelyne got on Captain Franklin's flight. They are lovey-dovey."

"Seemingly you guys can marry Captain Franklin if they get divorced.” "LOL. In Mrs. Maskelyne's corner 100%."

There were also some voices of conspiracy theorists, like "I think it's a publicity trick used by SouthStar Airlines to build a positive image again."

"Publicity trick? They did encounter turbulence. Captain Franklin managed to deal with it. Chief purser got injured. Mrs. Maskelyne pacified the passengers. Those were the facts. Could SouthStar Airlines anticipate such an accident? And did they dare to market themselves with the lives of more than one hundred passengers?"

"I agree with the upper. Obviously, it is instinctual in dangerous situations. And passengers and stewardesses didn't know she is Mrs. Maskelyne before. Captain Franklin is masterly, and Mrs. Maskelyne is strong-minded."

"They are fabulous! If Captain Franklin had been not so professional, what we are talking about would be an air disaster instead. And sis! It will be another disaster for SouthStar Airlines’ reputation. So, you guys still think they just hype themselves with this? Unless they are out of mind."

A small country in the Eastern Evodroupoli far away.

In a lush three-floor villa.

At ease, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the swimming pool in the courtyard. Basked in the sunshine, he leisurely wobbled the red wine in his glass.

He took a sip from time to time. Some domestics were doing the cleaning and sporadically came to him and asked about his needs.

At this moment.

There was a "bang" from the gate of the villa.

It startled the man, and the servants ran out, speaking about something in the local language.

"Go and see!" The man ordered.

A young lady was about to go to the gate.

policemen in uniform rushed in with guns in their hands, pointing at the

in shock, wondering why he was still found even if

Impossible.

H Rovirsa. Hit and run. Be in arrears with the salaries for migrant workers. Embezzle the money for projects. And

wrong. Not me!" howled

stayed in such a small place. How

him away." The policeman put away the warrant and stepped forward,

pale. The glass in his hand dropped and smashed

leisure was no longer

the plane safely landed at the Larro international airport in the

soon as Sylvia stepped off, she saw

the car without

only see the

there was a special coolness and the sky was pale. The breezes were a

Franklin as she

who was tall and straight, angrily,

said

Maskelyne is hyping.” Darcie didn't dissimulate the smugness in her eyes, "Unexpectedly, she actually

gaze to Darcie, which was

her fingers couldn't help but tremble, thinking that the man was eventually willing to take a look at her. When she was still

here." It made Darcie feel a bit

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

Franklin, "Bombshells on Twitter. For Mrs. Maskelyne's video and another

furrowed. He stared at the hashtags on Twitter and wondered why they

observing his

the extreme. Sylvia, Franklin's wrath

at hyping herself. It is astonishing. You should teach her