"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.

had already divorced. She had become Franklin's ex-wife. Franklin would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so

noticed the

and refused to let others know

he suddenly changed after divorcing

beeps were

so were the comments on her Twitter

asked her if she

managed to hit on

Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in

to let him leave her

she immediately noticed the

almost drove

photo of the woman's back,

Franklin on the

he answered. "What's

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

had never taken

finally recalled that she expected to meet

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

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

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,

right. I'll let you know after making the

French window in a daze, he looked at

told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was a loyal fan of

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

worth showing off if

there was

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

attracted by such a

was famous worldwide and had countless

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