After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

When she was about to grab a taxi, a Bentley came out of the garage. The windows lowered. Franklin smiled. "A good husband must be a good driver too. Get in the car."

Sylvia was speechless. She wanted to say that she didn't care if he was a good driver because they'd gotten divorced.

Sylvia, who had always been sharp-tongued, said nothing this time. She was going to meet someone.

Arriving at the destination, Franklin looked around and frowned. "What are you doing here?"

It was a shabby neighborhood. Some buildings seemed to be falling apart.

The air was smelly.

It was a disgusting place to stay in.

"To find someone." Sylvia got out of the car and said curtly, “Thank you, go back."

In a broken room, a man in his thirties was drinking.

With a messy beard, he looked depressed.

Beside him squatted an eight-year-old boy. Seeing that the man was drinking unhappily, the boy couldn't help crying. He shouted, "Dad, stop drinking."

He knew his dad had been in very bad health lately. But they had no money to go to the hospital.

The man spent all the money he earned on alcohol.

He didn't care about his health at all.

“Leave me alone.” The man shook the little boy away.

The boy was so young that he fell on the ground.

Suddenly, a woman's cold voice sounded at the door, "Brock Davila." Brock slowly opened his drunken eyes, looked at the beautiful woman at the door, and said gloomily, "Who are you?"

“I'm your savior."

Brock washed his face,

He looked nice.

beside him, staring at Sylvia

filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how cruel Sylvia

poor, so they had a well in the yard from

tank next to the

never forget the fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia

him,

was almost choked. Of course,

himself and sat there, listening

a loser

sounded naive

even

conclusion. Keep the script, read it, think about it, and then contact me." Sylvia put the script in front of Brock, "Mr. Davila, you have to get up from wherever you fall. Do

student in the directing department of the drama school.

never think that he would be accused of

stole the script from his computer and made it into a movie before him.

to stop because Roland's film was released before

accused

the investment. The film cost a lot. The investor sued him

directly, and what made him even angrier was that

stolen by

But there was still a large debt that

So, he drank every day after

was banned from the industry. The once genius director became a

would find him and invite him to make a

that this

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dry, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal

sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said

smiled and looked at him with clear eyes. "I have the best production team, and I will invite the most popular