After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Mr. Carrillo had complicated emotions inside. He didn't know what to say for a while.

Sylvia specialized in surgical treatment but she also dabbled in traditional medicine, so surely she was qualified to give the lecture.

Mr. Carrillo looked at her with mixed feelings of passion and awe in his eyes.

Sylvia said to him confusedly, "Mr. Carrillo, I will give the lecture, but why are you looking at me this way?"

"Well, nothing." He hadn't expected her to say yes to his request so easily.

He paused for a second and continued, “Thank you, Dr. Sylvia. Let me see, it's Monday today. How about Friday afternoon? Will that work for you?"

"Sure." Sylvia nodded. "I will be there on time."

“You will have the full support of my assistant about the specifics of the lecture,” added Mr. Carrillo.

"OK." Sylvia smiled. “It's my honor to be able to help the students.”

Mr. Carrillo got up delightedly and checked the time. "Dr. Sylvia, how about going to Royal Galaxy Restaurant for dinner tonight? It's on my treat.”

"With your meager budget? Just forget it,” Franklin, who was making coffee, said with disdain.

Then he turned to Sylvia with a loving and soft look in his eyes. "Tonight is my treat. Just order anything you like."

Sylvia didn't bother to respond to this mercurial man.

“What a maniacal psychopath!"

Galaxy Restaurant, Sylvia was speaking on her phone when she gestured for

in there." Lifting the corner of

ended the call after exchanging a few words with

a black Mercedes-Benz stop outside the restaurant as she

her purse, Sylvia

familiar voice. "Sylvia Andrews.

dress and three- inch heels and with heavy makeup, getting out of the Mercedes. Swaying her

are having dinner here at Royal Galaxy?" Tammy curled her lips. “It's the most expensive restaurant in Larro. Just one meal will

seemed like Tammy's wrist had been cured already. So she started

hand. "Are you dumped by Franklin? And that's why you are standing here alone outside the restaurant. Well,

who imagined quite a lot was

walked into the restaurant. Tammy, however, stopped her, seized the man coming

was about thirty-six years old, casually dressed, and wearing a pair of

looked much older than

Sylvia I have told you about," said Tammy coquettishly, holding the man's arm, "My boyfriend Nathen Beasley is the associate dean of the medical school of Vista University. He's only thirty-eight, young

surprisingly proud to date a man who's about forty. My whole world view has been rocked. "You are Sylvia? You are pretty. But can you treat Tammy a

Tammy, and his impression of Sylvia was that she was a vicious girl who always

time she mentioned Sylvia, and her

how prettier she

can't just pick

him, perplexed, thinking,

been thrown into prison, so, was Tammy looking for

Shea, that rubbish from the hospital the other day, but she

was jaw-dropping how fast she changed her boyfriend. She was demonstrating what “men are like clothes" really meant by actions. What Sylvia didn't know was that Tammy was