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."

washed his face, tidied his

He looked nice.

boy also sat obediently beside him,

filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how

they had a well in the yard from where

a water tank

never forget the fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly into

him, "Sober

almost choked. Of course, he had sobered

himself and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

she want him, a loser

naive and

refused without even thinking about

me." Sylvia put the script in front of Brock, "Mr. Davila, you have to get up from wherever you fall. Do you want to end up with

not speak for a long time. He used to be the top student in the directing department of the drama school. When he just graduated, he wrote a script

that he would be accused of

the script from his computer and made it into a movie before him. His film was also being filmed

forced to stop because Roland's film was

accused

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

him even angrier was that after the divorce, his wife married

was stolen by his

But

he drank every

the industry. The once genius

someone would find him and invite him to

was that this

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

throat was dry, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your script

if you want to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew the truth of what happened back then. Don't you want

and looked at him with clear eyes. "I have the best production