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

He looked nice.

boy also sat obediently beside him, staring at

filming for a long time." Brock still remembered how cruel Sylvia

had a well in the yard

tank next to

fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly

asked him, "Sober

was almost choked. Of course,

himself and sat there, listening carefully to this

want him, a loser director, to film for

naive and

without even thinking

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 is so cute. Do you want to ruin his life?" Brock's eyes

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

that he would be

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

forced to stop because Roland's film

Roland accused him of

cost a lot. The investor sued him and

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

was stolen by

But there was still a large debt that he

was devastated. So, he drank every day

industry. The once genius

that someone would find him and invite him to

was that this woman was

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you afraid that I will steal your script

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

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