After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

At the entrance of Pearlhall Villa, Franklin waited for Sylvia all day. He asked his men to keep a close eye on all the vehicles passing by. But Sylvia didn't come back.

He had been guarding here since last night. Pearlhall Villa was empty. There weren't even any bodyguards.

Franklin got upset.

He sat in the Bentley, looking out the window at the heavy rain.

His eyes were full of disappointment. His chiseled face was sharp, "Go find where she is."

"Sylvia, no matter where you are hiding, even if you are at the ends of the earth, I will find you."

After informing the subordinates, Jasper asked, "Mr. Maskelyne, shall we go back now?"

They'd been here for a day and a night. Franklin hadn't even had a drop of water.

Even if he was worried about Sylvia, he shouldn't torture himself like this.

Franklin frowned, his handsome face darkening, “Let's go back to Townyer Villa."

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The black Bentley made a U-turn.

Just then, dozens of luxury cars stopped in front of Pearlhall Villa. A tall man stepped down from the white Land Rover in the lead, holding a woman in his arms. The woman was holding his neck tightly with both hands.

Franklin took a deep breath and pursed his lips.

He stared coldly at the man and woman.

allowed another man to hold

Damn it!

out on the way back, and his

out after stepping

would look for Jenna in person even though she was in such poor health. She had

towards the hall of the villa. Just then, a slender and tall figure stood in front of him. Franklin stared sharply at Sylvia

his arms

arms. It took him a while to come back to

felt

to absorb more heat. She wrapped her hands around

the man's broad and firm chest, as well as his strong

so reassuring...

soon fell into a deeper

tenderness appeared in Franklin's eyes as he looked at her delicate face. But after a

straight at Mark, he said with an

Franklin's perceptive gaze, Mark failed to utter a

is true." Mark's

carried Sylvia

rain, the

upstairs carefully, put her on the big soft bed, and

gently held the woman's hand wearing transparent

mark on her palm

and he found the black mark had spread to the top of her arm. Her fair arm was

set eyes. He couldn't imagine how

sleeves and put the gloves back on her hands

went into the bathroom

he lay down on the bed and held her in