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.

So...

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."

he spoke quickly yet smoothly wrapping up his scarf around her neck where

and glanced at Franklin from the corner of

wanted to talk to you about something but you look tired today. Let's talk

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

an auction with me

busy," Sylvia replied coldly as she

meant that she had no time

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

Wells hold a tea party

"Yes," Weston answered.

said impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are you done yet? If so, I'm

Sylvia finally started shooing him away with impatience in

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

as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by

fell from above without

intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him

by himself instead of getting involved further into their silent power

respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now! Call me if

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

suddenly realized something - she was

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 uptake. What could he

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

the knot was

my friend,” Sylvia lowered 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

wear the scarf given by

finally realized a problem -

couldn't help but want to laugh, "Master Franklin, are you jealous?" "Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke him,

speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome face

roughly grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt to take

after some time, he still hadn't

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating

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

Sylvia felt sorry for

gaze revealed possessiveness, "Only things

become one of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more, she saw Franklin directly dialing someone

brand new scarves from every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one head okay? How can I

day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness, “I won't

Weston is just my