After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Winter's heart skipped a beat and she stared at Sylvia in disbelief. She clenched her fists in anger. There were so many rich ladies, and no one dared to suspect the foundation. Even the families which supported those rich ladies did not care about such a small amount of money squandered by them.

So, no family ever suspected her charity foundation or tea party.

Some families which wanted to establish a good relationship with the Wilson Group sent their ladies over to butter her up.

They were happy to donate the money.

And guess what? Sylvia, this bitch dared to investigate the truth and nailed her lies openly!

Winter took a deep breath with a smile on her face, "As I said, If any person we help turns out to be a fraud, I will compensate you 10 times for your donation. So, Miss Andrews, Luca can't be a fraud. There must be a misunderstanding between you and him."

Sylvia looked coldly at Winter. "Really? If you insist so, why don't you listen to this?"

She played the recording of the phone call between Logan and the president of Vista University.

All eyes were now on her. With light makeup on her face, she looked lovely and elegant.

She was neither subservient nor overbearing, her fair and slender wrist holding the mobile phone.

Her face was the envy of every woman!

Winter was pissed off, but she tried to defend herself, “What does this mean, Miss Andrews? I'll only believe it if you can get the president of Vista University here to tell the truth. I don't think this recording is more convincing than the good reputation of Wilson Group."

Sylvia squinted. It was obvious that Winter was trying to cover up for Luca.

In fact, none of these tragic stories could stand up to scrutiny.

"Miss Andrews, you are too much. Luca is pitiful enough. Why are you questioning him? It's like rubbing salt in his wounds, you know?" A rich lady said with disdain.

right. Those young men all lead miserable lives and need our help. How can we hurt them? If we hurt them, we are just like bad people, aren't we?" another young lady

a person as vicious as her. Mrs. Wilson. I suggest

one of us. She's just a scheming

Sylvia was wordless.

that it was impossible to talk

taking the video secretly with her phone and sent a short

I'll die soon. Yet, she insists that I'm not a college student and that my identity is fake. I... I might as well die

ran towards the

snappishly "Miss Andrews,

absurd. “It's his own business that he wants to die. What's that got to do

coerced Luca to jump into the lake, but she thinks

stand it. Luca

criticizing Sylvia, a powerful voice sounded from not too far away. "Mr. Carrillo,

this way,

looking at the

a group of people was walking towards

the lead was tall, his face cold and

like a deep pool, were

he heard those rich ladies’

glance.

at Poppy who put on a smug

rushed up to greet him. “I didn't expect you would be here. I am sorry about the rude welcome.” Saying pleasantries were necessary on such an occasion. At

Why was Franklin Here?

figure out what Franklin had come for.

cold gaze swept across Sylvia not far away. Tenderness flashed into

traditional clothing, stood straight and

He said to those two middle-aged men beside him, "Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee, is Luca Ball