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."

his face, tidied his clothes, and went

He looked nice.

boy also sat obediently beside him, staring at Sylvia with

time." Brock still remembered how cruel Sylvia could

a well in the yard from where

water tank next to

fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly into

asked him,

was almost choked. Of course, he had

obediently cleaned himself and sat there,

she want him, a loser director, to film

naive

refused without 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 you want to end up with such a bad name? Your son is so cute. Do you

the directing department of the drama school. When he just graduated, he wrote a script and made a movie out of it, which

that he

stole the script from his computer and made it into

Roland's film was released before he

Roland accused him

film cost a lot. The investor

wife divorced him directly, and what made him even angrier was that after the divorce,

script was stolen

pay off debts. But there was

he

from the industry. The once genius director became

imagined that someone would find him and invite him to

that

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

that I will steal

Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew the truth of what happened back then. Don't you want revenge?" "I do,

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