"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.

divorced. She 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 done such a stupid thing?

also noticed

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

why he suddenly changed after

continuous beeps were from

private message box almost exploded, and so were the

asked her if

how she managed to hit on him. Some asked when they

Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia

wished was to let

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

drove her

woman's back, she

Franklin on the phone.

answered.

Keturah Brown. You've returned from

never taken this

he finally recalled that she expected to meet

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

tone, "Really? Even you

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.

you know after making the

call. Standing in front of the French window in a daze, he looked

his mother was a crazy

was the mayor's wife, so others

something worth showing

there was

was said that Keturah was always mysterious and seldom showed up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask when

attracted by such a charming pianist wearing

was famous worldwide and

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