"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.

become Franklin's ex-wife. Franklin would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you done such a stupid

noticed the netizens’

and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken

wondered why he suddenly changed after divorcing

continuous beeps were

and so were the comments on her Twitter

if she

she managed to hit on him. Some

her and urged her to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger. She blamed Franklin for all those

let

to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending topic, “I'm

almost drove her

saw the photo of the woman's back,

on the phone.

he answered.

you'll take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for several

had never taken

mentioned it, he finally recalled that

need

tone, "Really? Even you have to make an appointment to meet

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

I'll let you know after making the

in front of the French window in a daze, he looked at the blue sky and

together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds

was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned over her. Therefore, she was also

something worth showing off if Mrs.

there was an

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

a

was famous worldwide and had countless fans

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