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."

washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went to

He looked nice.

obediently beside him, staring at Sylvia with big

haven't been filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how cruel

they had a well in

was a water tank next

forget the fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him

asked him,

choked. Of course, he had sobered

obediently cleaned himself and sat there, listening

a loser

naive and

without even

you have to get up from wherever

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

that he

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

to stop because Roland's

accused him of

cost a lot. The investor sued

what made him even angrier was

was stolen by

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

he drank every day

the industry. The once genius director became a

that someone would find him and invite him to make a

was that this woman was

website on Gøøglᴇ to access

that I

of this script, even if you want to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly,

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