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."

up his scarf around her neck where traces of

seeing the knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin

gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something but you look tired today. Let's talk

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

see an auction with me

busy," Sylvia replied coldly as she stood outside

that she had no time

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

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

said impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why

shooing him away with impatience in her voice, Franklin

Franklin suggested before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing

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

fell from above without any

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

best if he left quietly by himself instead of

his hands nervously before saying goodbye respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now! Call me if there's

hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards asking each other what they wanted to

- she was very

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

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

that the knot was actually tied

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

only wear the scarf given by

a problem - Franklin got

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 to take

speaking, she saw Franklin's

the scarf in an attempt to take

time, he still hadn't managed to untie

seemed be an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating

you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into two pieces by those scissors with

felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by this

gaze revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give can appear

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

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

must all be gifts from me."

is just my