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

"The

pleasantly

"Mm-hmm."

every day from now on? I can

was brimming with enthusiasm about

he saw Isla acting as if she were in love and making such sweet gestures towards Sylvia; he felt very uncomfortable

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

to get close to Sylvia suddenly deflated like

Andrews..." She looked pitifully at Sylvia, looking

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

She was almost crying...

encounter Angelic bitch? And the one that Angelic

this situation too

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

shimmered with moved

fed

"Sylvia?"

just at

a familiar and shocked voice came from the entrance of

running towards her with a backpack on her back and round eyes

you feed her vegetables? You've never even fed me!" Poppy looked at

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