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."

smoothly wrapping up his scarf around her neck where traces

knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin

to talk

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

want to come see an auction with me

replied coldly as she stood outside the

she had

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

sobered up a bit and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold a tea party every three

"Yes," Weston answered.

giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk

away with

after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses to flash quickly before revealing a faint smile on his

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

from above without any

confrontation which was too much for someone

if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved further into

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

their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards asking each other

something -

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

her and hooked his

knot was actually tied very tightly.

the gray-blue scarf around her neck. The style was nice, and so was the color. She came to

can only wear the scarf given by me," Franklin's lips

finally realized a problem

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

as she finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome

onto the scarf in an attempt to take

time, he still

seemed be an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?"

Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by

possessiveness, "Only things I give can appear on your

lips; this person had become one of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more, she

you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own

one scarf per day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness,

Weston is just my