After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 629

“This is the proof of formalities required for prison visits." Brayden directly showed the proofs and documents he had prepared before and held them up in front of the prison guards.

After seeing the word Cody, the prison guard couldn't help frowning. Cody was still in a coma... if someone found it out...

He sneered, "I'm sorry, unconvicted prisoners are not allowed to be visited. Except for his lawyer, no one is allowed to meet him." "Really?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, looking at the prison guard's smug face with a stern look.

This prison guard did not look like a righteous person but a villain. Franklin noticed the title badge on the prison guard's chest: Sheriff. This kind of trash was actually the sheriff of the prison guards?

His intuition told him that this guy was bad.

His cold gaze fell on the sheriff's face, and then, he took out a lawyer's certificate from out of nowhere and held it up to the sheriff, "I am Franklin, Cody's lawyer. These are my assistants. Can I take them in for a visit now?"

Franklin was a lawyer?

Sylvia glanced at Brayden, who didn't look very surprised.

It seemed that she was the only one kept in the dark?

When did Franklin become a lawyer?

was a well-known lawyer named Maskelyne in Urgford and someone had to

drifted, she realized that there was no legal

have an identity as a

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was a special prison guard leading the way

prison guard said blankly, "Please wait a

Sylvia raised

the man's handsome face was smooth, and his dark eyes

tone sounds like mine when I know your new identities." Sylvia curled her lips, and glanced at him awkwardly, "Well, you also hid

not only studied finance but also law. Geniuses are always similar and destined to meet," Brayden said with an undertone. "So don't blame Franklin for not telling

few people in the upper-class circles,

of a real estate case years ago, but since then he

no intention of taking on cases or helping people

relationship with the Wright Family was so good that he voluntarily

feel moved

was lucky to have such a good

a prison cell somewhere, a middle-aged man shivered and curled up in bed in one corner of the room despite being covered by a blanket. Even though he felt very cold, his cheeks

him sat up and touched his forehead before whispering, "Cody, you got a

bed but had worked all day and now had no strength