After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 817

Ashlyn sat on the sofa, completely lost in thought. "It's really Sylvia..." she muttered to herself. How could there be a woman like her in this world?

The sun had risen and Ashlyn and her daughter had been sitting on the sofa all night without sleep. They were supposed to attend the Graley Piano Competition farewell banquet that afternoon, looking glamorous and beautiful. But now... they were embarrassed enough to hide themselves.

Meanwhile, Sylvia and Franklin had woken up. As Sylvia pulled back the curtains, she saw dark clouds looming outside - it was obvious that it was going to rain soon.

"I didn't expect today would be so gloomy," she said as she watched the grass droop down under the weight of raindrops.

The once vibrant morning was now extremely low-pressure; oppressive silence enveloped everything around them.

Sylvia glanced at her phone absentmindedly only to find more than ten missed calls from Jenna, Mrs. Wright, Logan, Eden... and Ramiro?

She felt confused for a moment before remembering that last night before going to bed she recorded an audio message for Maskelyne Group, just being cooperative but not letting Ashlyn trample over her head with impunity.

But then Twitter exploded with negative comments about Ashlyn's behavior towards Sylvia...

Franklin looked at her helplessly as he handed over Ramiro's musical instrument which he passed down onto Sylvia. "Ramiro has passed it on you."

Sylvia was scrolling through messages when Franklin spoke up again, "He thinks you are his successor."

"Really?" She raised an eyebrow skeptically while Franklin pinched her cheek affectionately. "Yes! He tweeted about it last night."

"I don't want it." She groaned feeling overwhelmed by all of these responsibilities thrust upon her shoulders yet again.

Just as she picked up Ramiro's call intending on declining his offer politely, he spoke first, "Miss Andrews," Ramiro sounded tired but sincere. "I apologize for giving you my instrument without your permission but I truly believe that only you deserve such an honor..." He sighed deeply into his phone receiver. "My health is deteriorating day by day... Miss Andrews... you really are..."

And then there was silence on both ends of the line...

Sylvia was in a difficult position. She had intended to refuse, but Ramiro's words made it hard for her to say no.

"Don't talk like that, Mr. Cantrell. Maybe you'll recover," Sylvia whispered, trying to comfort him.

few rounds of chemo recently and it helped a little bit, but not for long. This is my only wish in life - to have my instrument taken care of. Miss

the old Cantrell. Sylvia won't let

phone, Sylvia finally calmed down. Her beautiful face was full of sadness as she thought

nobody can resist it forever. RL 133 isn't a cure-all," Franklin comforted her with gentle pats on her

RL 133 could prolong life but couldn't cure all diseases - especially

emotional about Ramiro though; he'd always

was held at

embarrassment; it felt like someone

didn't need to come here! We could just go back home!" Ashlyn complained

back, "What do you know? This is an opportunity to network with big shots! What will

with Wynter... it's so embarrassing! I don't even dare look at anyone!" Ashlyn

on social media including insults and celebrity endorsements, they were all publicly humiliating

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celebrities mingled together before turning away quickly without

all for you. I heard that the Spencer family's young master, Alejandro

into the Spencer family, then you'll truly be on top of the world." There was a commotion at the entrance to

joy. "Could it be Mr. Alejandro who has

entrance where guests automatically made

gown that revealed her beautiful collarbone while reflecting light off its fabric in an elegant curve from high

figure seemed fragile yet irresistible

intricate bun which contrasted perfectly

fairy goddess beside Franklin who wore his bespoke suit tailored to perfection around his long legs giving him an ai of nobility and elegance while his handsome face exuded danger and dominance as he scanned everyone present in

them clearly, they were immediately disappointed because the comers were exactly what they didn't want to see right

voice rang out from near the

hurried over but before he could get close

Alejandro," Franklin said nonchalantly, shaking

extending his hand, ready to shake hers but once again,

was; although he himself was quite handsome compared to most men but still not comparable with Franklin whose looks

Ritter had originally wanted to bring Ashlyn over, but upon seeing Alejandro's familiar and somewhat ingratiating attitude towards Franklin, her eyes suddenly

Damn it!

with Franklin and even