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."

her neck where traces of warmth were still left by him

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

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

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

to come see an auction with me the

Sylvia replied coldly as she stood outside

she had no time for

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

up a bit and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold a tea party every three years? Is he holding

"Yes," Weston answered.

Mr. Wells’ sake," Sylvia said impatiently while giving him a

him away with impatience in her voice, Franklin felt slightly

while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's

domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively before

above without any

intense confrontation which

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

Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital

gave a slight nod while walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they ordered room

- she was very

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

scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her

discovered that the knot was actually

neck. The style was nice, and so was the

the scarf

a problem

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

she saw Franklin's handsome face turn dark

fingers roughly grabbed onto the scarf in

time, he still hadn't managed to untie

sense of impatience emanating from

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

offended you?" Sylvia felt sorry for

revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give can

pursed her lips; this person had become one of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice

from every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only

wear one scarf per day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness, “I won't give other men

is