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."

face, tidied his clothes, and went to

He looked nice.

sat obediently beside him, staring

a long time." Brock still

well in the yard from where they fetched

a water tank next to

the fear and suffocation he felt when Sylvia pressed him directly into the

him,

almost choked. Of

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

she want him, a loser director,

sounded naive

refused without even

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

directing department of the drama school. When he just graduated, he wrote a script and made

never think that he would

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

was forced to stop because Roland's film

Roland accused him of

cost a lot. The investor sued him

him directly, and what made him even angrier was that

was stolen by

off debts. But there

was devastated. So, he drank every day

the industry. The once genius director

him and invite him to

that this woman

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

you want to sell it, no one would buy.” Sylvia said lightly, "Only you and Roland knew the truth of what happened back then. Don't

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