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.

she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you

noticed

public and refused to let others know about

he suddenly

beeps

almost exploded, and so were

netizens asked her if she was Franklin's

how she managed to hit on him. Some asked when

Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her

wished was to let him leave her

she immediately noticed

almost drove

she saw the photo of the woman's back, she

called Franklin on the phone.

he answered. "What's the

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

had never taken this

mentioned it, he finally recalled that she expected to

businesswoman. I need to make an appointment

you have

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'll let you

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

his childhood playmate who grew up with him together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all

Wright was the mayor's wife, so others

worth showing off if

there was an

showed up in public. She always wore a traditional dress and a golden mask

were attracted by such a

worldwide and had countless fans

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