After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The man felt like a completely different person the moment he lifted her off the ground.

Noticing his changes, Paul held his breath, leaped forward, and stopped him with a stern face, "Mr. Maskelyne, it's rude of you to do that, isn't it?"

"Get off!" Franklin said in a deep and hoarse voice.

"Put me down, Franklin." Sylvia was embarrassed.

She could feel many people watching them.

The two super-rich men had made quite a scene.

Tension grew between Franklin and Paul as they glared at each other. Sylvia's heels were still in pain, but the pain was a piece of cake to her. She pinched Franklin in his strong waist. "Are you deaf? I said put me down!"

Franklin felt hurt in the waist, lowering his eyes to look at her. She was seen with rosy cheeks and a cute angry look on her face.

He felt softened and laid her down obediently.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, she waved at Logon, who had been absorbed in talking among the crowd, “Logan, come over here, right now."

As soon as he heard it, Logan gave an apologetic smile to the middle- aged man before him and sprinted to her. Before he got to ask her, the woman held out her hand like a queen, gave him a reproachful look, and said, "Keep me steady."

"Yes!" replied Logon, suppressing the urge to say, "Your Majesty!"

“I dare you to go with him." Franklin shot daggers at Logan.

Franklin pursed his lip slightly with a silent stare at the two.

Sylvia thought he was unreasonable. "If I can't go with him, should I go with you? What am I to you, Mr. Maskelyne? Just think clearly about it and tell me."

The man leaned forward and twirled a strand of her hair around her ear with his shapely fingers. "Don't you know it?"

He threw the question to her.

“Yes, I do know, and that's why I going with him." Sylvia raised her hand and blew him a kiss. "Never see you again."

Sylvia was leaving the room step by step, holding onto Logan's arm. Even with the pain in her ankle, she walked gracefully, as if she couldn't have felt the pain.

People made a way for them automatically.

Franklin was wild with rage.

That unruly woman!

a glass of whisky from the table and gulped it

then strode toward

been out of the

night breeze blew her hair, sending

sudden, her tender wrist was grabbed by a strong big hand. After a forceful pull, she was

feel the powerful heartbeats

voice of the man overwhelmed her, "I'm way better than Logan."

he obeys me," said Sylvia in an impassive tone, "Let

fire was hidden

around and found the man's eyes fixed dead on

at

knitted her eyebrows, as she saw his blushing face, and her

wrong with

"What did you drink?"

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Sylvia with his blazing

Did you drink anything at dinner?" Sylvia

the ground and carried her on his shoulders, marching

had driven the car

Sylvia into the

the car slowly started, Logan drove past

the seat, watched Franklin, who looked strange, and pursed her rosy lips, repeating impatiently, "What the hell have you

the matter with the

Andrews, what happened?” Jasper looked at Franklin

He was worried.

eyes on her. And his eyes were

big hand

drank

drink from the table. But

special drink to the wrong person.” "Who did you

think I saw Mr.

crazy? That's for Miss

off their uniforms and

Bentley, Sylvia was struggling in Franklin's arms. She was startled by

"Don't move!" Franklin groaned.

with his hand, and the woman's pretty face was

eyes were terrifyingly burning, and so

down and