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, "Sibbie, thank you

ask the best plastic

startled. "Yes. I know an eminent surgeon abroad. He can cure Jenna's face. So, Jenna has to stay

thought of it and said looking at Jenna, “I will

that Mrs. Wright had

Mrs. Wright

into much trouble. I believe I can face it myself this time." Jenna said with a

more glorious herself, shouldn't she? She couldn't

really distressed for this brave girl. She was really worried about

she remembered her son. She could

promise. Sylvia

house when Franklin

you

sister," said Sylvia who lay on the sofa lazily, curling

squinted at the row of villas with his deep eyes. Then Jasper's voice

Sylvia, "What do you want to eat

cooking, but I don't know about it. Bye."

the phone and raised his

to the Pearlhall

a bowl of noodles with

"Only noodle, Miss Andrews?"

“That's enough.”

picked up her cutlery. She felt deadly

phone rang again which was from her colleague in

the old Evans, has woken up." "Make sure there's a strong

"I got it."

although the driver insisted it was drunk