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.

soon, but she didn't expect him to be so

also noticed

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

wondered why he suddenly changed after

continuous beeps were

so were the comments on her

her if

managed to hit on him. Some asked when they would

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

was to let him

to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the

drove

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

on the

he answered. "What's

wonder when you'll take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for several

never taken this

finally recalled that she expected to meet

short-tempered businesswoman. I need to

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

principles,” Franklin answered 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

right. I'll let you

in a daze, he looked at the

his childhood playmate who grew up with him together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She

was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned over her. Therefore, she was also respected

it was something worth showing off

there was an

up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and

such a charming pianist wearing a

Keturah was famous worldwide

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