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."

scarf around her neck where traces of warmth were still

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

talk to you about something but you look tired today.

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

auction with me the day

she stood outside the hotel,

that she had

Mr. Wells' tea party this year?

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

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

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

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

at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively before turning around

from above without

away unnoticed, due to their intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him

best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved

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

hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they

realized something -

whatever you want to eat and 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

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

discovered that the knot was actually tied very tightly. Damn

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

the scarf given by me," Franklin's lips

finally realized a problem -

want 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

as she finished speaking, she saw

grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt to take it

some time, he still hadn't

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

pair of scissors. Sylvia blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into

felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by

things

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

Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one

from me." Franklin's beautiful

is