After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 60

"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

noticed the netizens’

from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken her as an invisible

he suddenly changed after

beeps

almost exploded, and so were the comments on

her if she was Franklin's

hit on him. Some asked when they would

Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her

was to let him leave her

immediately noticed the

drove her

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

Franklin on the phone. "Hello,

answered. "What's the

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

taken

Tiffany mentioned it, he finally recalled

need to make an appointment

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

to join the

I'll let you

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

together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan

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

it was something worth showing off

was

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

attracted by such a

worldwide and had countless

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