"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 be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you done such a stupid thing?

noticed

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

he suddenly changed

beeps

so were the comments on her

asked her if

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

from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth

to let him

so she immediately noticed the

almost drove

woman's back,

Franklin on the phone.

he answered. "What's the

wonder when you'll take me to meet Keturah Brown.

never taken this

he finally recalled that she expected

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

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

coldly. Tiffany could tell he was unhappy, so she changed her attitude and said pitifully, “As you know, I want to join

I'll let you know after making

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

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

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

it was something worth showing off if

there was an

seldom showed up in public. She always wore a traditional

were attracted by such a charming

was famous worldwide and

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