"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

noticed

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

wondered why he suddenly changed

beeps were from

exploded, and so were

asked her if she was

managed to hit on

to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger. She blamed Franklin for

she wished was to let him leave her

Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending topic,

almost drove her

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

on

answered. "What's

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

taken this matter

mentioned it, he finally recalled that she expected to

short-tempered businesswoman. I need

a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have

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

let you know after making

in a daze, he looked at the blue sky and white

once that his mother was

family worked in politics for generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned over

worth showing off if

was an

in public. She always wore a traditional

by such a charming pianist

Keturah was famous worldwide and had countless

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