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

and glanced at Franklin from the

withdrew his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something

lazily nodded her head and said, "This scarf is nice and warm." She didn't notice

auction with me

as she stood outside the hotel,

had no time

year? Do you have time for that?" Weston asked

"Does the Old Mr. Wells hold

"Yes," Weston answered.

impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are you done

him away with impatience in her voice, Franklin felt slightly

with each other in public

Weston who remained unfazed by

from above without any

to their intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him to interfere

it would be best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved further into their silent power

goodbye respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the

gave a slight nod while walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards asking each other what they wanted to

realized something -

eat 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

her and hooked his finger around the knot of the scarf, then proceeded to

he discovered that the knot was actually tied very

The style was

wear the scarf given by me,"

problem - Franklin got

but want to laugh, "Master Franklin, are you jealous?" "Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke him, "Master Franklin, I really like this scarf. Hmm... I don't want to take

finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome face turn dark

scarf in an

time, he still

sense of impatience emanating

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

felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by this

things I

lips; this person had become one of those Mary Sue CEO types again!

crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one head okay? How can

per day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's

is just my