"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.

soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish.

noticed the

wanted to hide his marital status from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken her as an invisible person for four

wondered why he suddenly

continuous beeps were

almost exploded, and so were the comments

asked her if

to hit on him. Some asked

separate from Franklin. Reading the curses,

wished was to let him leave her

she immediately noticed the trending topic, “I'm

almost drove

of the woman's back, she was almost killed by jealousy of Mrs.

called Franklin on the phone.

answered. "What's the

Brown. You've returned from abroad for several days..."

taken this

finally recalled that she expected to

need

in a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have to make an appointment to

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

you

French window in a daze, he looked at the blue

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.

in politics for generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned over her. Therefore, she was also

it was something worth showing off

was an

was always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask

such a charming pianist

worldwide and

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