"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.

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

from the public and refused to let others know

he suddenly changed after divorcing

beeps were from

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

her if she

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

curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger. She blamed Franklin for

to let him

addicted to Twitter, so she immediately noticed

drove

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

on the

he answered. "What's

me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for

never taken

mentioned it, he finally recalled that she

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

tone, "Really? Even you have to make

know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win a good prize, my grandfather would get better after

I'll let you know after making the

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

mother was a

wife, so others always fawned over her. Therefore, she was

something worth showing off

was

that Keturah was always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always wore a

a charming pianist wearing a traditional

worldwide and had countless

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