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."

his scarf around her neck where traces of

nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from the corner of

and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something but you look

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

auction with

Sylvia replied coldly as she stood

had no time

this year?

and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold a tea party every three years?

"Yes," Weston answered.

impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do

started shooing him away with impatience in her

Franklin suggested before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each

Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively

above

like slipping away unnoticed, due to their intense confrontation which was too much for

be best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting

his hands nervously before saying goodbye respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now! Call me

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

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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 uptake. What could he possibly be angry

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

he discovered that the knot was actually tied

head and glanced at the gray-blue scarf around her neck. The style was

only wear the scarf

problem - Franklin got

sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke him, "Master Franklin, I really

finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome face turn

roughly grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt

time, he still hadn't managed to

seemed be an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating

a pair of scissors. Sylvia blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?" Before

sorry for

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

Mary Sue CEO types again! Before

"Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have

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

is