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 warmth were still left by him earlier

seeing the knot, he nodded in satisfaction and

wanted to talk

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

an auction

as she

meant that she had no time for

year? Do you have

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

then, 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?

with

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 his gold-rimmed glasses to flash quickly before revealing

domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by

fell from above without

due to their intense confrontation which was too much for someone

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

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

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

realized something - she was very

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

another man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and

was actually tied very tightly. Damn

her neck. The style was nice, and so was the color. She came

only wear the scarf given by me,"

a problem

fire." Sylvia

finished speaking, she saw

onto the scarf in an attempt to take it

he still hadn't managed to

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

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

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

revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give can appear on

CEO types again! Before she could

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

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

is just my