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

He looked nice.

also sat obediently beside him, staring at

a long time."

poor, so they had a well in the

a water tank

felt when Sylvia pressed him

him, "Sober

choked. Of course, he had

sat

a loser director, to film

sounded naive and

without even

"Mr. Davila, you have to get up from wherever you fall. Do you want to end up with

long time. He used to be the top student in the directing department

he would be accused

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

was forced to stop because Roland's

accused him

the investment. The film cost a lot.

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

script was stolen by his

all his money to pay off debts. But there was still a large debt that he hadn't

devastated. So, he drank every day after

banned from the industry. The

never imagined that someone would find him and invite

was that this

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

script, even 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.

"I have the