After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

They parted after having a small talk.

These rich ladies still discussed, "It's the truth that Mrs. Wright can enter the Royal Restaurant casually.”

"She has a good relationship with Master Keturah."

“It's said that Master Keturah will be a judge in the international piano competition. Wish she will be lenient with the competitors from my family."

"I should connect with Mrs. Wright. My daughter also wants to join the competition.”

Jenna felt dizzy, almost fainting.

The woman was actually the mayoress who was said to be humble. She screwed it up.

She offended Mrs. Wright... Chan Group was not as powerful as Carson Group or Wilson Group. Her family just made a jackpot in recent years, so Jenna was imperious like some parvenus.

What should she do now?

In Sylvia's box, Sylvia smiled after hearing what Mrs. Wright said, "It's unexpected that Brayden saved Jenna. Thank you for those days." Mrs. Wright also smiled satisfactorily, "It's destiny."

"Come on, show me your face," Sylvia said and stood up, stooping and pushing away Jenna's hair cautiously.

There were so many scars with some black dots. It was because it was raining that night, the rusted needle was not pulled out in time and the rust penetrated into her skin.

"It's easy to remedy the scars, but the rust needs a lot of work." Sylvia sighed, feeling sorry, "Jenna, it will be a long and hard time for you to cure your face. Can you keep it up?"

As Jenna heard that her scars could be cured, her eyes became luminous. She said excitedly, "I can! Definitely."

"That's good." Sylvia gave her hand an affectionate pat, smiling.

gratified,

best plastic surgeon to

I know an eminent surgeon abroad. He

couldn't bear the thought of it and

Mrs. Wright had had a

that Mrs.

I believe I can face it myself this time." Jenna

make her life more glorious herself, shouldn't she? She

for this brave girl. She

remembered her son. She could ask Brayden to go with

possible.” Sylvia nodded to promise. Sylvia didn't go back to Townyer Villa but to Pearlhall Villa in

had she stepped into her house

you come

Sylvia who lay on the sofa lazily, curling

of villas with his deep eyes. Then Jasper's voice said gently, “Mr. Maskelyne,

get off but asked Sylvia, "What

don't know about it. Bye." Sylvia

at the phone and

the

a bowl

"Only noodle, Miss Andrews?"

“That's enough.”

picked up her cutlery. She felt deadly

she finished it, her phone rang again

Evans, the old Evans, has woken up." "Make sure there's a strong guard around him. And visitors are not allowed to enter the ward."

"I got it."

the driver insisted