"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.

didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you

noticed

hide his marital status from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken her as an invisible person

suddenly

continuous beeps were

almost exploded, and so were the comments on

her if she was

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

she wished was to let him

Twitter, so she immediately noticed

almost drove her

woman's back, she

Franklin on the phone.

he answered. "What's

me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for several days..." Tiffany

never taken this matter

recalled that

a short-tempered businesswoman. I need to make

Even you have to make an

know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win a

you know after

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

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

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

something worth showing off if Mrs.

was

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

attracted by such a charming

Keturah was famous worldwide and had countless

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