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 still

satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from the corner of

his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about

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

auction with me the day after tomorrow?" Weston

as she stood

she had no time

this year? Do you have time for that?" Weston asked

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

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

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

Let's go back inside," Franklin suggested before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's eyes behind

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

fell from above

intense confrontation which was too

decided it would be best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting

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

towards their hotel suite where they ordered room

something - she was very

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

Franklin walked up to her and hooked

discovered that the knot was

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

wear the scarf given

realized a problem - Franklin

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

saw Franklin's handsome

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

still

be an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

plan on

you?" Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's

revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give

again! Before she could voice out anything

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

all be gifts from me." Franklin's

is just