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.

to hold

Damn it!

hugged Sylvia who had passed out on the way back, and his eyes fell on her pale cheeks

stepping out of the Carson

in person even though she was in

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

spoke, he stretched out his arms and snatched Sylvia from

a while to come back to his senses. "Mr. Maskelyne?

was cold all over, and suddenly she felt

more heat. She wrapped her hands around the man's

and firm

so reassuring...

soon fell into a deeper

as he looked at her delicate face. But after a

Mark, he said with an extremely intimidating voice, "She has

Franklin's perceptive gaze, Mark

guess is true." Mark's

Sylvia to

were soaked by the heavy rain, the hair of the woman

soft bed, and stared

the woman's hand wearing transparent

on her palm made

mark had spread to the

set eyes. He couldn't imagine how much pain Sylvia was enduring. She had endured so much

her sleeves and put

went into the bathroom and

on the bed and