After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 602

“That club is now the most promising one among all the esports clubs in the country.”

“I've always heard that Jonathan had a big investor behind him, but I never thought it would be Sylvia."

"I find it a bit strange. How could someone from a small town like Larro have such good investment vision for a club?"

"I think so too. It's too strange.”

"But even Mr. Gracia calls her "boss!"

Alondra and Sabrina overheard this conversation and felt nothing but sarcasm.

The two women looked at each other with eyes full of hatred.

Sabrina hugged Alondra tightly. “I must make my mother help me seek revenge."

"Sabrina, you have been wronged, it's my fault for not protecting you." Alondra cried uncontrollably. “It's all because of my incompetence." “No, you're not to blame. Sylvia is." Sabrina stared at the closed elevator doors with hatred in her eyes. "I've never been threatened like that before in my life - choked by someone holding onto my neck - I thought I was dying!"

"Sabrina, don't say anymore about it. Forget those unpleasant memories," Alondra held Sabrina tightly and said.

"Come on, let me take you away from here," she added.

Raiden didn't want to offend Alondra either; he walked over apologetically and said, "I'm sorry; I didn't expect Sylvia to really make it."

"Raiden... it doesn't matter anymore; there's no need to mention her again," Alondra looked defeated as she had never been slapped so hard before since becoming famous.

In fact, no one dared slap her face until today.

She lost face here today but she would definitely regain what she had lost someday soon...

She would make sure that Sylvia paid for what she did.

Sylvia and Franklin went straight back to their hotel after leaving the club.

Jonathan personally drove them there while Weston wanted to say something to Sylvia, and seeing Franklin's dark expression made him want to talk to Sylvia even more. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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At the hotel entrance, Weston deliberately untied his scarf which he had wrapped around his neck and flirtatiously wrapped it around Sylvia's slender neck, saying, "Urgford is colder than Larro; next time when you go out, wear something thicker."

up his scarf around her neck where traces of warmth were still left by him earlier

knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin

his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something but you look tired today.

head and said, "This scarf is nice and warm." She

see an auction with me

replied coldly as she stood outside the hotel,

that she had no

the Old Mr. Wells' tea party this year?

"Does the Old Mr. Wells hold a tea party every three

"Yes," Weston answered.

giving him a glance. "Why do you

shooing him away with impatience in her

pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses

extremely cold-hearted and domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by it all

above without any

confrontation which was too much for someone like him to

be best if he left quietly by himself instead

"Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head

their hotel suite where

- she

and then go to sleep," he said, his eyes fixed on her face. After a moment, he added, "I'm really angry." "Huh? What are you angry about?" Sylvia was a bit slow on the

are you wearing another man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and hooked his finger

that the knot was actually tied

friend,” Sylvia lowered her head and glanced at the gray-blue scarf around her neck. The style was nice, and so was the color. She came to a conclusion

the scarf given by me," Franklin's lips curled

a problem -

sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia

she finished speaking, she saw

onto the scarf in an

after some time, he still hadn't managed to

sense

scissors. Sylvia blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into two

Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's

things I give can appear on

of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more,

mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her

scarf per day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness, “I won't give other

Weston is just my