"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.

become Franklin's ex-wife. Franklin would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to

also noticed the netizens’

past, he wanted to hide his marital status from the public and refused to let

suddenly changed after divorcing

beeps were from

and so were the comments on

if

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

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

let him

was addicted to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending topic,

drove

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

on the phone. "Hello,

answered. "What's

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

never taken this matter

he finally recalled that

need to

a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have to make

join the piano contest. If I could win a good prize, my grandfather would get better after hearing the good news.

you know after making

in a daze, he looked at the blue

once that his mother was a crazy

Wright was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned over

showing

was an

up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask when she held a

attracted by such a

Keturah was famous worldwide and had countless

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