"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.

become 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

noticed the

he wanted to hide his marital status from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken her as an invisible person for

wondered why he suddenly changed after

beeps were from

message box almost exploded, and so were the

netizens asked her if she

asked her how she managed to hit on him.

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

let him leave her in

she immediately noticed the trending

drove

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

on

answered. "What's

meet Keturah Brown.

never taken

it, he finally recalled that she expected to meet

short-tempered businesswoman. I need

a pitiful tone, "Really? Even you have

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

let you know after making

in a daze, he looked at

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

mayor's wife, so others

showing off if Mrs. Wright

there was an

She

a charming pianist wearing

worldwide and had countless fans

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