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.

looked gratified, "Sibbie,

the best plastic surgeon to treat

"Yes. I know an eminent surgeon abroad. He can

it and said looking at

Sylvia that Mrs. Wright had had a strong emotional tie

could see that Mrs. Wright did love

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

herself, shouldn't

brave girl. She was really

could ask Brayden to go with Jenna if

Sylvia nodded to promise. Sylvia didn't go back to Townyer Villa but

stepped into her house when Franklin gave her a phone

you

said Sylvia who lay on the sofa lazily,

row of villas with his deep eyes. Then

Sylvia, "What do you want to

maid is cooking, but I don't know about it. Bye." Sylvia hung up

at the phone and raised his

the

there was a bowl of noodles

"Only noodle, Miss Andrews?"

“That's enough.”

picked up her cutlery. She felt

finished it, her phone rang again which

"Make sure there's a

"I got it."

accident yesterday was fishy, although the driver insisted it was drunk driving