"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.

him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you done such a stupid thing? her inner voice

also noticed

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

why he suddenly

continuous beeps were

box almost exploded, and so were the

asked her if

to hit on him. Some asked when they

her and urged her to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger.

was to let him

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

drove

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

called Franklin on

answered. "What's the

Brown. You've returned

had never taken this matter

finally recalled that

need to make

in a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have

her attitude and said pitifully, “As you know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win a

let you

French window in

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

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

worth showing off

was

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

such a

was famous worldwide and had countless

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