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

knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from the corner of his

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

said, "This scarf is nice and warm." She didn't notice Franklin's dark expression or Weston intentionally

you want to come see an auction

replied coldly as she stood outside the

she had no time for

this year? Do you have time for that?"

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

it for the Old Mr. Wells’ sake," Sylvia said impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are

with

before 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

above without

away unnoticed, due to their intense confrontation which

if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved

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

walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards asking each

suddenly realized something - she

face. After a moment, he added, "I'm really angry." "Huh? What are you angry about?" Sylvia was

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

the knot was

The style was nice, and so was the color. She came to a conclusion that Weston

wear the scarf given by me,"

a problem - Franklin got extremely

jealous?" "Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia

finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome

scarf in

after some time, he still hadn't managed

an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

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

felt sorry for Weston's

sinister gaze revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give can appear on your

Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more, she saw Franklin directly dialing someone on his

me get all brand new scarves from every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one

from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness, “I won't give

Weston is just my