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."

scarf around her neck where traces of

and

wanted to talk

"This scarf is nice and warm." She didn't notice Franklin's dark expression

come see an auction with me the day after tomorrow?" Weston

as she stood outside

that she had no time

year?

finally sobered up a bit and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold

"Yes," Weston answered.

while giving him a

Sylvia finally started shooing him away with

intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's eyes behind

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

fell from above without any

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

quietly by himself instead of getting involved further

Master Franklin, I'll head back

towards their hotel suite where they

suddenly realized something -

added, "I'm really angry." "Huh? What are you angry about?" Sylvia was a bit slow on the uptake.

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

was actually tied

at the gray-blue scarf around her neck. The style was nice, and

scarf given by me," Franklin's

realized a problem - Franklin got

Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke him, "Master Franklin, I really like this scarf. Hmm... I

speaking, she saw Franklin's

well-defined fingers roughly grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt to take

he still hadn't managed to

seemed be an inexplicable sense

do you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into two pieces by

sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by this

things I give

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

every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched

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

Weston is