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."

to go?" Brayden felt an

Then he darted at Brayden in disdain, as he wasn't so sensible

Sylvia glared at him angrily, knowing he wanted to have sex with her. "You know what? I

don't know you want to

you know she's Logan Mertens’

sensed

wife stayed there. Brayden wasn't even

Sylvia followed Franklin to go home, his wife would definitely beat her up. However, they had divorced, so Brayden thought his ex-wife had already moved

why would Franklin want to take Sylvia

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

“Let go of me...

her red lips. The next second, he crazily sucked and bit them, hinting at her that

them. “That's too

so he was impressed. Brayden sped up the car and parked it in front of the Townyer Villa. Only then did Franklin let go

down the car aggressively. He gripped her wrist

weakened. She

stagger forward under his

back at her rosy cheeks, curling his

closer, holding

love you this way, Sylvia." Sylvia glared at him. However, she was

Brayden watched Franklin

if Franklin had divorced his

was so fed up with

You kissed her for a long time. I'm

lips, he made a U-turn

on the balcony, Melissa lit

up!" She glared at him fiercely. "You moron! Why

said in a grievance, "You've liked Franklin

at him icily. "Can you be a little bit wiser in the future? Or I'll tell Dad everything you've done behind him. He'll definitely teach you a lesson.” "Melissa,

spoiled child at home,

about his dignity and always acted to

was the

added, "No matter what you do, step

can tell Franklin loves that woman a lot." Roman studied her expression

took a drag of the cigarette. "Just a whore from nowhere. I'm from an influential family, and I'm

have so many admirers. Why do

crush on him since childhood. When I was little, I planned to become his wife. Tiffany Evans used to

the family name Andrews. Do you think the Maskelyne family will accept a girl

wife." Melissa sneered. She had never believed Franklin had gotten married. "If he had been married, why would he have never

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

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