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."

minutes later, Brock washed his face,

He looked nice.

boy also sat obediently beside him, staring

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

a well in the yard from where they

tank

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

him,

almost choked. Of course,

and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

she want him, a loser

naive and

even

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

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

that he would be

Simon, his good friend, stole the script from his computer and made it into a movie before him.

forced to stop because Roland's film was released

accused him

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

and what made him even angrier was

stolen

But there

was devastated. So, he drank every day after

industry. The once genius

him and invite him

was that

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"Aren't you afraid that I will steal your script

to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew

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