After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"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.

had 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

noticed the netizens’

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

he suddenly changed after divorcing

beeps were from

exploded, and so were the comments

netizens asked her if she

she managed to hit on him.

from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth

wished was to let him

addicted to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending topic, “I'm Mrs.

drove

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

called Franklin on the

he answered.

meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for

taken this

mentioned it, he finally recalled that she expected to meet Master

businesswoman. I need to

Even you have to make an appointment to

coldly. Tiffany could tell he was unhappy, so she changed her attitude and said pitifully, “As you know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win a good prize, my grandfather would get better after hearing the good news. For my grandfather, I wish I could meet her

let you know after making

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

was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was a loyal fan of

worked in politics for generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife,

it was something worth showing

there was

said that Keturah was always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask when

by such a charming pianist wearing a traditional

Keturah was famous worldwide