"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 childish. “We've divorced! Why have you done such a stupid thing? her

noticed

let others know about her existence. He had taken her

wondered why he suddenly changed after divorcing

continuous beeps were

exploded, and so were the comments on

asked her if

how she managed to hit on him. Some

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

let him

Twitter, so she immediately noticed

almost drove her

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

Franklin on

he answered. "What's

meet Keturah Brown.

taken this matter

mentioned it, he finally recalled

need to make an

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

with her 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

I'll let you know after making

ended the call. Standing in front of the French window in a daze, he looked at the blue sky and

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

generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife,

it was something worth showing off

there was an

She

attracted by such a

worldwide and had

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