Sylvia's reason told her that Otto was her biological father. No matter what Otto did, she couldn't beat him herself.

She could beat anyone else who did bad things to her grandma.

But Otto was her biological father.

Even so, Sylvia knew she could ruin him.

The Bentley was moving on the highway.

Franklin looked sideways at Sylvia, who was sitting beside him in deep thought.

“It's late. Just come back with me to Townyer Villa. Your friends in Pearlhall Villa should be asleep, so your return will wake them up." “You have never been so considerate to Logan's people. It's particularly ridiculous for you to say so." Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

Franklin did do whatever it took to take her back.

It was shameless of him to say this.

He would never be considerate.

Franklin was not angry with what Sylvia said.

With a smile, he said, "Of course, you can refuse me."

Sylvia looked at him and felt he was still the man he used to be when they got married.

After they divorced, Franklin became irritable.

But now, he was not angry at all.

How strange!

Jasper knew the reason.

was obvious that Franklin was in a good mood, which he often was before he

the employees of the company thought Franklin

irritable. Therefore, Jasper knew Franklin's mood swings completely depended

with Sylvia and he enjoyed the talk with Kira. As

Unfortunately, this was temporary.

would throw a hit. Therefore, Jasper concluded that Sylvia was the key

it was hard to guess what Franklin was thinking, Jasper knew he always

arrived

of the

a little surprised at Franklin's patience with Kira and

Otto's daughter, Sylvia couldn't go too far before the

taught Otto

was grateful to

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strange sound came from the

your belly to rumble when

a shrug. “I'm a human, not a

narrowed his sharp eyes and said in a low but

cook for you." Franklin chuckled and said in a husky voice, "It seems you are very worried about me. What a good wife you are! And I will be nice to you in the

lost for

didn't mean that at all.

Sylvia entered the kitchen.

She began to cook.

all kinds of ingredients as

a little chicken breast. Besides,

she made was simple, they

the dining room, looking at Franklin, who was sitting on

absorbed in work with sharp

dinner when he looked away

looked her in the

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