After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Mark looked up at Sylvia, his eyes lighting up. He immediately rushed to her after tossing away the potato chip bag. "Boss, those gifts are from the Gibson family.”

"The Gibson family?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

Her charm took Mark's breath away.

"Exactly. Boss, you've saved their lady, so the old Mr. Gibson is grateful for you. He sent the piles of gifts and gave every one of us a cash award," Vaild echoed, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Cash award?" Sylvia was amused.

“Right. His men thanked us again and again." Vaild munched the potato chips happily.

"All right. Keep it. Thank you all for your hard work last night.” Sylvia nodded in agreement. "The gala will start at seven tonight. Remember to go to the city hall with your teammates. Here are the tickets for you.” Sylvia pulled out dozens of tickets and put them on the coffee table. "How generous! That's a lot," Mark praised in amazement.

“I'm the general director of the gala. Just a piece of cake." Sylvia arched her eyebrow and turned away. "See you later. Remember to dress up. You can't disgrace me. Understand?"

“No worries, Boss. We will." Mark and Valid put on flattering smiles, walking her out of the villa.

They didn't return to the house until watching Sylvia's Land Rover vanish.

Then they exchanged glances and yelled, "Oops! We forgot something.”

"We forgot to report the Andrews Construction's matter to her."

"Let's inform her later.”

“Tomorrow will be better. The National Day Gala won't end until midnight.”

"All right.”

Therefore, the twins continued to watch TV while having snacks. When Sylvia arrived at the studio hall, all actors and actresses were practicing.

glancing around, she

pressing

her,

and the other three mentors, "Sorry, but Mollie might not join the show tonight. Something must

touch with her?" William asked in

in touch with her since last night. Her

words brought

However, Sylvia captured it.

down her eyes, she refused anxiously, "No way! None of them joined our rehearsal. I wonder if he or she can perform well. If our gala failed, I wouldn't

dress today, feeling more complacent when seeing the anxiety on her face. She patted Sylvia's shoulder and said, slightly sounding gloating,

with your good work. The gala will start at seven sharp.

all

Sylvia led

backstage was quiet, with

else

any good idea, William? The gala will start soon, but an actress is missing.” "Let me see, Miss Andrews. Please

"If there's no replacement, we can dance or sing. Let's make

drama is pretty meaningful and mocks some current social phenomena. What should we do now?" Sylvia asked in depression. "How can I rest assured? It's the

gaze swept around the box of

of a dress.

ghost of a

“Eavesdropping on us, huh?"

it. If there's no other

perform, what about other actors and actresses of this modern

I do?" Sylvia seemed more anxious. "Nothing works. Will

After changing

"What?"