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."

later, Brock washed his face, tidied his

He looked nice.

obediently beside

time." Brock still remembered how cruel

had a well in

was a water tank next to the

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

him, "Sober

choked. Of

now he obediently cleaned himself and sat

want him, a loser director,

naive

without even thinking about

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 want to ruin his life?" Brock's eyes

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

would never think that he

made it into a movie before

Roland's

accused him of

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

what made him even angrier was that after the divorce,

was stolen

spent all his money to pay off debts. But there was

was devastated. So, he drank every day after

was banned from the industry. The

someone would find him and

that this woman was

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you afraid that I will steal your

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

"I have the best production team,