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.

Franklin would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you

also noticed

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

he suddenly changed after

beeps

box almost exploded, and so were the

if she was Franklin's

how she managed to hit on him. Some asked

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

to let him leave

immediately noticed the trending topic,

drove

back,

called Franklin on the phone.

he answered. "What's the

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

never taken

he finally recalled

is a short-tempered businesswoman. I need

a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have

a celebrity with her 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

you know after making

French window in a daze,

told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy

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

showing off if

there was

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

were attracted by such a charming pianist

worldwide and had countless fans

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