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."

wrapping up his scarf around her neck where traces of warmth

the knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at

gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you

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

to come see an auction with me the day

coldly as she

meant that she had

Wells' tea party this year? Do you have

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

"Yes," Weston answered.

sake," Sylvia said impatiently while giving him a

with impatience in her voice, Franklin felt slightly

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 eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses to flash quickly before revealing

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

fell from above without

their intense confrontation which was

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

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

a slight nod while walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards

something - she was very

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

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

knot was actually tied very

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 good

only wear the scarf given by me," Franklin's

finally realized a problem -

Maskelyne, you're playing with fire." Sylvia continued to provoke him, "Master Franklin, I really like this scarf. Hmm... I

as she finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome face

grabbed onto the scarf

time, he still hadn't

seemed be an inexplicable sense of

in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?" Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf

offended you?" Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's

"Only things I give can appear on your

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

every counter in the mall." "Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own

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

is just my