"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.

already 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! Why have you done such a stupid thing? her

also noticed the netizens’

from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He

wondered why he suddenly changed

continuous beeps

box almost exploded, and so were the comments

netizens asked her if she was

managed to hit

even cursed her and urged her to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted

to let him leave

so she immediately noticed

drove

she saw the photo of the woman's back, she was almost killed by jealousy

called Franklin on

answered. "What's

meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for

had never taken

he finally recalled that she expected

is a short-tempered businesswoman. I need to make an appointment with

you have to make an appointment to meet

to join the piano contest. If I could win a

right. I'll let you know after making

call. Standing in front of the French window in a daze, he looked

once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was a loyal fan

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

something worth showing off if Mrs. Wright worshiped

was an

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

such a charming pianist wearing a traditional

was famous worldwide and

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