After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 60

"One of his mistresses has blonde hair, and the other has curly hair. And this woman is clearly not his mistress."

"I agree. This is Mrs. Maskelyne."

"Probably she's another mistress."

The netizens started to search for clues from Franklin's other tweets. In the end, they found a follower's ID in his contact list named "I'm Mrs. Maskelyne," which had just been registered.

All the netizens rushed to check the ID's Twitter page but failed to find anything.

There was only an automatic message when the registration was successful.

Besides, they noticed the ID was registered at eight o'clock that morning.

Countless netizens captured the detail and spread the news online. They also sent many private messages to the ID.

After leaving Townyer Villa, Sylvia heard continuous beeps from her phone.

It wasn't like the tone for text messages or incoming calls.

In confusion, she pulled the phone out and was almost pissed off. Twitter had been installed on her phone screen, and she was registered under an ID named "I'm Mrs. Maskelyne."

She checked the profile and could tell it was registered in her phone number.

Sylvia sucked in her breath to repress her anger, cursing Franklin inwardly.

She couldn't believe what that childish man had done while she was sleeping.

Since her phone could be unlocked by facial recognition, he could easily use her phone.

He had downloaded Twitter for her, got her registered, and let her ID only follow his.

The ID name he had chosen angered her more.

divorced. She had become Franklin's ex-wife. Franklin would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've divorced!

also noticed

to hide his marital status from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He

suddenly changed after

continuous beeps were

message box almost exploded, and so were the comments on her

if she was

to hit on him. Some asked when they

Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger.

to let him leave her

Twitter, so she immediately noticed

almost drove her

after she saw the photo of the woman's back,

called Franklin on the phone. "Hello,

he answered. "What's the

to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for several days..." Tiffany sounded

had never taken

recalled that

need to make an appointment

a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have

principles,” Franklin answered coldly. Tiffany could tell he was unhappy, so she changed her attitude and said pitifully, “As you know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win a good prize, my grandfather would get better after hearing the good news. For

I'll let you

of the French window in a daze, he looked

his childhood playmate who grew up with him together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was

in politics for generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife, so others always

something worth showing off if Mrs.

there was

seldom showed up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask when she held a

attracted by such a charming pianist

worldwide and had

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