"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.

would be 30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've

noticed the netizens’

from the public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken her as an invisible person for

suddenly changed after

continuous beeps were

box almost exploded, and so were the comments on

if

she managed to hit

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

to let him leave

she immediately noticed the trending topic, “I'm Mrs.

almost drove her

of the woman's back, she was almost killed

on the phone. "Hello,

answered.

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

never taken

mentioned it, he finally recalled

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

you have

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,

you know

Standing in front of the French window in a daze, he

was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was

wife,

showing off if

there was

always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always wore

a charming

Keturah was famous worldwide

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