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.

him to be so childish. “We've divorced! Why have you done such

noticed the

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

he suddenly changed after divorcing

beeps were

so were the comments

netizens asked her if

to hit on him. Some asked when

to separate from Franklin. Reading the curses, Sylvia gritted her

to let him

to Twitter, so she immediately noticed the trending

almost drove her

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

Franklin on

he answered. "What's the

you'll take me to meet Keturah Brown. You've returned from abroad for several days..." Tiffany

had never taken this matter

finally recalled that she expected

is a short-tempered businesswoman. I need to make

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

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 grandfather,

you know

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

who grew up with him together, told Franklin once that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was a

for generations. Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife, so others always fawned

something worth showing off if Mrs.

there was an

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

were attracted by such a charming pianist wearing a

worldwide and had countless

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