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.

30 soon, but she didn't expect him to be so childish. “We've

also noticed

let others know

he suddenly changed after

continuous beeps

message box almost exploded, and so were the comments on her Twitter

asked her if she was

asked her how she managed to hit on him. Some

the curses, Sylvia gritted her teeth in anger. She blamed Franklin

wished was to let

immediately noticed the

almost drove

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

called Franklin on the phone. "Hello,

he answered. "What's the

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

never taken this

recalled that

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

"Really? Even you

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

let you know after making the

French window in a daze, he looked at the blue

that his mother was a crazy music fan of all kinds of concerts. She was a loyal

Mrs. Wright was the mayor's wife, so

it was something worth showing off if Mrs. Wright worshiped

was

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

by such a charming pianist

famous worldwide and

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