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."

his face, tidied his clothes, and

He looked nice.

sat obediently beside him, staring at Sylvia with

time." Brock still

were poor, so they had a well

water tank next

suffocation he felt when Sylvia

him,

choked. Of course, he had sobered

cleaned himself and sat there, listening carefully to this strange

loser director, to film for

naive and

even thinking about

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 end up with such a bad name? Your son is

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

never think that he would

computer and made it into a movie before him. His

was forced to stop because Roland's film was released before

Roland accused him of

The film cost a lot. The investor sued him and

what made him even angrier was that after

stolen by his

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

devastated. So, he drank every

banned from the industry. The once genius director

someone would find him and invite him to

that this woman

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afraid that I will steal your

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

can help you." Sylvia smiled and looked at him with clear eyes. "I have the best production team, and I will invite the