"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.

she didn't expect him to be so

also noticed

status from the public and refused to let

wondered why he suddenly changed after divorcing

continuous beeps were

private message box almost exploded, and so were the comments on

her if

she managed to hit on him. Some asked when they would

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

was to let

to Twitter, so she immediately

almost drove her

back, she was almost killed by jealousy of Mrs.

called Franklin on

answered. "What's

take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned

never taken

finally recalled that she

I need to

Even you have to make an appointment

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

I'll let you

ended the call. Standing in front of the French window in

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

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

was something worth showing off if Mrs. Wright worshiped

there was

always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always

were attracted by such a charming pianist wearing

Keturah was famous worldwide

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