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,

He looked nice.

also sat obediently beside him, staring

been filming for a long time." Brock still remembered

a well in the

water tank

fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him

him,

choked. Of course, he had sobered

he obediently cleaned himself and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

she want him, a loser director, to

naive

without even

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

clenched the script in his hand and did not speak 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 and made a movie out of it, which

would never think that he would be accused of

made it into a movie before him. His film

Roland's film was released

Roland accused him of

investment. The film cost a lot. The investor sued

and what made him even angrier

was stolen by

money to pay off debts. But there was still a large debt that he

devastated. So, he drank every day

banned from the industry.

that someone would find him and

reaction was that this woman was a

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

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

smiled and looked at him with clear eyes. "I have the best production team, and