Other people in the box checked Twitter.

"I didn't expect her to be so skillful in fighting.”

"She saved several children and caught the traffickers.”

"See that move? Boom!"

"Mr. Hill rewarded her in person. She even had the group photo with Mayor Cody."

"Who is she? Even if she's a heroine, she cannot be from an influential family, right?" a woman asked.

Her words raised another discussion.

Standing in front of the cake, Melissa was so angry that her face turned livid.

She was the protagonist today as it was her birthday banquet.

Others gathered to celebrate it for her. However, they all ignored her. They focused on discussing Sylvia, who had distracted all their attention.

Melissa furiously blamed Sylvia for ruining her birthday banquet. “Damn Sylvia Andrews!"

In anger, she grabbed her handbag, rushed out of the box, and slammed the door shut.

Roman hurriedly followed her.

Only then did others return to their senses.

"Oops. She hasn't cut the cake yet."

"She also hasn't made wishes."

After leaving the box, Sylvia strode forward. Franklin followed her quickly, gripping her wrist. "I bought the land for you. Why are you still upset?"

Sylvia stopped mid-step and darted at him. “I don't need you to give it to me. I could have bought it myself."

“I'll transfer the land to you tomorrow,” Franklin insisted aggressively. Brayden caught up with them and overheard his words. He couldn't help but think Franklin was a spendthrift aiming to win a woman's heart. He could give the land worth 50 million dollars to her without hesitation. In curiosity, Brayden asked, "Excuse me, Miss Andrews. Why do you need that land?"

Sylvia looked in the distance. "No comment.”

After they left the nightclub, Brayden drove the car. As soon as they sat in, he heard the two in the backseat say in unison.

"Pearlhall Villa."

“Townyer Villa."

go?" Brayden felt an

chimed in coldly, “She's going back to Townyer Villa with me." Then he darted at Brayden in disdain, as he wasn't so

go too far, Franklin Maskelyne!" Sylvia glared at him angrily, knowing he wanted to have

Think I don't know you

was wordless. “Now you know she's Logan Mertens’ girlfriend. Why do you keep pestering

he sensed

home, and his wife stayed there. Brayden wasn't even allowed to

beat her up. However, they had divorced, so Brayden thought his

Franklin want to

at Franklin. Her gaze shifted to his determined and rock-hard face with a sharp outline. She had to admit he was as

struggled. “Let go

sucked and bit them, hinting at her that he would keep

gaped at them. “That's too

the car and parked it in front of the

pushed the door open and dragged her down the car aggressively. He gripped

was weakened. She

stagger forward

her rosy cheeks, curling his lips into a smile.

pulled her closer, holding her

scooped her up. “I love you this way, Sylvia." Sylvia glared at him. However, she was too weak to break

car, Brayden watched Franklin leave while carrying Sylvia in his

felt amazed, doubting if Franklin had divorced his wife

up with

her for a long time. I'm

lips, he made

standing on the balcony, Melissa lit a

fiercely. "You moron! Why did you insult that

Roman said in a grievance, "You've liked Franklin for so

a little bit wiser in the future? Or I'll tell Dad everything

was also the most spoiled

Melissa cared about his dignity and

was

matter what

loves that woman a lot." Roman studied

cigarette. "Just a whore from nowhere. I'm from an influential family, and I'm famous. How can Sylvia Andrews be compared to me? I don't think there's any man

you have so many admirers. Why do you insist on

grimaced. "I've had a crush on him since childhood. When I was little, I planned to become his wife. Tiffany Evans used to be his date several times. Why can't he like

the family name Andrews. Do you think the

he have never taken her to our gatherings? She saved passengers on the flight? That's just a

been smarter and prouder than me since childhood, but I'm worried you

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