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."

around her neck where traces of warmth were still left

satisfaction and

wanted to talk to you about something but you look tired today.

nodded her head and said, "This scarf is nice and warm." She

auction with me the day after tomorrow?" Weston

coldly as she stood outside the hotel, feeling

meant that she had

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

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

I'll attend it for the Old Mr. Wells’ sake," Sylvia said impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are you

away with

her into his arms gently, 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

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

fell from above without

intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him

best if he left quietly by

"Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now!

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

realized something -

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 possibly

your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and hooked his finger around the

was actually tied very tightly.

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

wear the scarf given by me,"

problem - Franklin got extremely

help but want to laugh, "Master Franklin, are you jealous?" "Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to

saw Franklin's

scarf in an attempt to take it

still hadn't managed to

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating

strides towards a cabinet before finding a pair of scissors. Sylvia blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on

scarf offended you?" Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's

gaze revealed possessiveness, "Only things

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

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

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

Weston is