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

nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from

his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something

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

an auction with me the day after

Sylvia replied coldly as she stood outside the

she had no

this year? Do you have time

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are you done yet? If so,

finally started shooing him away with impatience

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

cold-hearted and domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking

from above

intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him to interfere

he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved further into their silent power

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

suite where they ordered

- she was very

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 uptake. What

up to her and hooked his finger around the knot of the scarf,

was actually

Sylvia lowered her head and glanced 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

you can only wear the scarf given by

problem -

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

finished speaking, she saw Franklin's

roughly grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt to take

after some time, he still hadn't managed

inexplicable sense of impatience emanating

do you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into

Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined by

"Only things I give can appear on

this person had become one of those Mary Sue CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more, she saw Franklin directly dialing someone on his

the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her

per day, and they must all be gifts from me." Franklin's beautiful face

is just