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."

face, tidied his clothes, and

He looked nice.

little boy also sat obediently beside him,

a long time."

a well in the yard from where they

a water tank next to the

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

him, "Sober

almost choked. Of course, he had

and sat there, listening carefully

loser director, to film

sounded naive and

without even thinking

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

and did not speak for a long time. He used to be the top student in the directing department of the drama school. When

never think that he

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

stop because Roland's film was

Roland accused him of

cost a lot. The investor

and what made him even angrier was that

was stolen by

pay off debts. But there was

he drank every day

industry. The once genius director became

find him and invite him

reaction was that this woman

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

sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only

at him with clear eyes. "I have the