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."

he spoke quickly yet smoothly wrapping up his scarf around her neck where traces of warmth were still left by him

he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from

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

is nice and warm." She didn't notice Franklin's

want to come see an auction with me the day after

she stood outside the hotel,

that she had no time for

tea party this year? Do you

asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells

"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

finally started shooing him away with impatience

here. Let's go back inside," Franklin suggested before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's

extremely cold-hearted and domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively before turning around

above

away unnoticed, due to their intense confrontation

it would be best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved further into

Master Franklin, I'll head back to

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

something - she was

to eat and then go to sleep," he said, his eyes fixed on her face. After a moment, he added, "I'm really angry."

are you wearing another man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and hooked his finger around the knot

the knot was actually

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

can only wear the scarf

problem - Franklin got extremely

"Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke

saw

grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt

some time, he still hadn't

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

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

felt sorry for Weston's gift

things I give can appear

one of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out

Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one

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

is just my