After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 679

“Thud!"

Vaughn fell off his chair with a shocked expression on his face. He landed hard on the floor, wincing in pain.

"Holy crap!"

"Are you possessed by a ghost?"

“Isla, what's going on?"

Vaughn looked like he had seen a ghost, his expression was horrifying. "Can your food be eaten? Did you intentionally poison it and wait for Miss Andrews to eat it?"

Isla glared at Vaughn with some annoyance and then looked at her other MI6 colleagues who were also staring at her in horror.

She stomped her foot in frustration. "How could I possibly harm Miss Andrews? What are you all saying? I... I can cook, maybe not as well as a chef but I won't poison the food."

As she spoke, she quickly picked up a fork and took a bite of the fried mushroom herself.

"If this is poisoned, I'll be the first one dead.”

Sylvia interrupted her righteous indignation. “Let me taste it."

Her cool voice sounded like summer water flowing into Isla’s ears. Her beautiful face was filled with gratitude. “Miss Andrews, why are you so good to me? You're too good to me..."

closer to Sylvia and stared directly into Sylvia's fair face

slightly, "The taste is pretty

looked pleasantly

"Mm-hmm."

cook for you every day from

with enthusiasm about

love and making such sweet gestures towards Sylvia; he felt very uncomfortable about it

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upon hearing Franklin's words; she felt an icy breath rushing towards her face which made her shiver involuntarily. When their eyes met, she quickly

close to Sylvia

looked pitifully at Sylvia, looking

better stay away from you, otherwise Master Franklin will get angry.

She was almost crying...

Angelic bitch? And the one that Angelic

situation

then, he saw his wife put a piece of fried mushrooms

with moved tears, "Thank

actually fed her

"Sylvia?"

at

voice came from the entrance of the

running towards her with a backpack on her back

her vegetables? You've never even fed me!" Poppy looked at her heartbroken, as if Sylvia was a

her backpack and saw that there was no space next to Sylvia. She