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.

had 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

also noticed the netizens’

public and refused to let others know about her existence. He had taken

he suddenly changed

beeps were from

box almost exploded, and so were the comments on

asked her if

she managed to hit on him. Some asked when

curses, Sylvia gritted

wished was to let him

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

almost drove her

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

on

answered. "What's

when you'll take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've

taken

mentioned it, he finally recalled that

need to make

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

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 hearing the good news. For my

let you know after making the

in a daze, he looked at the blue sky and white

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

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

it was something worth showing off if Mrs. Wright

was an

Keturah was always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She

a charming pianist wearing a

Keturah was famous worldwide and had countless fans

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