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."

minutes later, Brock washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went to

He looked nice.

little boy also sat obediently beside him, staring

long time." Brock still remembered how cruel Sylvia could

had a well in the yard from where they

tank next to

he felt when Sylvia

him,

choked. Of course, he had sobered

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

want him, a loser director, to film for

naive and

without even

jump to the conclusion. Keep the script, read it, think about it, and then 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

directing

he would be

the script from his computer and made it into a

to stop because Roland's film was released before he

Roland accused him

investment. The film cost a lot. The investor

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

stolen

spent all his money to pay off debts. But there was still

devastated. So, he drank

the industry.

would find him and invite him

reaction was that this woman was a

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you afraid that I

sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew the truth of what happened

with clear eyes. "I have the best production team, and