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."

wrapping up his scarf around her neck where traces of warmth were

satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from the corner

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 didn't notice Franklin's dark expression or Weston intentionally tying the

come see an auction with me the

she stood outside the hotel,

that she had no

Old Mr. Wells' tea party this year? Do you have time for that?" Weston asked

Wells hold a tea party every three years? Is

"Yes," Weston answered.

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

started shooing him away with impatience in her voice, Franklin felt slightly

while being intimate with each other in public view, causing

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

above

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

he left quietly by himself

his hands nervously before saying goodbye respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back

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

something -

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

man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and hooked his finger around the knot of the scarf,

discovered that the knot was

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 that

wear the scarf given by me,"

a problem - Franklin got

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

she finished speaking, she saw Franklin's

the scarf in an attempt to

time, he still hadn't

be an inexplicable sense

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

scarf offended you?" Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined

"Only things I give can appear

CEO types again!

me get all brand new scarves from every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched

be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness,

Weston is just