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..."

and stared directly into Sylvia's fair face with her flirtatious eyes.

nodded slightly, "The

pleasantly

"Mm-hmm."

cook for you every day from now on? I can learn

brimming with enthusiasm about

saw Isla acting as if she were in love and making such

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

get close to Sylvia suddenly deflated like punctured

at Sylvia, looking just like

will get angry. I don't want to make

She was almost crying...

encounter Angelic bitch? And the one that Angelic bitch is accusing

situation

then, he saw his wife put a piece of fried mushrooms to Islas lips. “You haven't tasted what you cooked

eyes shimmered with

fed

"Sylvia?"

just at this

came from the

a backpack on her back and round eyes staring at

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

put down her backpack and saw that there was no space next to Sylvia. She forcefully pulled a chair and squeezed it next