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..."

to Sylvia and stared directly into Sylvia's fair face with her flirtatious eyes. "Is it delicious or

nodded slightly, "The taste is

looked pleasantly surprised,

"Mm-hmm."

Can I cook for you every day from now on? I can learn many different types of

was brimming with enthusiasm

were in love and making such sweet gestures towards Sylvia;

computer

breath rushing towards her face which

to Sylvia suddenly deflated like punctured

looked pitifully at Sylvia, looking just

you, otherwise Master Franklin will get

She was almost crying...

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

situation

a piece of fried mushrooms to Islas lips. “You haven't tasted what you cooked yet,

shimmered with

fed her vegetables

"Sylvia?"

just at

a familiar and shocked voice came from the

looked up and saw Poppy running towards her with a backpack on her

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

space next to Sylvia. She forcefully pulled a chair and