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.

didn't expect him to be so

also noticed

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

wondered why he suddenly

beeps were from

so were the comments on her Twitter

if she

asked her how she managed to hit on him. Some asked

cursed her and urged her to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her

to let him leave her in

addicted to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending topic, “I'm

almost drove

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

Franklin on the phone. "Hello,

answered.

take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've

taken

Tiffany mentioned it, he finally recalled that she expected to

need to make an appointment with

you have to

so she changed her attitude and said pitifully, “As you know, I want to join the piano contest. If I could win

right. I'll let you know after making

of the French window in a

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.

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

it was something worth showing off if Mrs. Wright

there was an

She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask when she held a

a charming pianist wearing

famous worldwide and

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