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.

a little bit, but not for long. This is my only wish in life - to have my instrument taken care of. Miss Andrews, please come back and collect my

the old Cantrell. Sylvia won't let

down. Her beautiful face was

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

nodded in agreement - RL 133 could prolong life but couldn't

feeling emotional about Ramiro though; he'd

Competition was held at the top

red from embarrassment; it felt

need to come here! We could just go back home!" Ashlyn complained

snapped back, "What do you know? This is an opportunity to network with big shots! What will happen if we leave now? Sylvia has such great reputation

what happened with Wynter... it's so embarrassing! I don't even dare look at anyone!" Ashlyn blushed deeply as she spoke;

including insults

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where glamorous celebrities mingled together before

gaze gradually became firm. "Mom did it all for you. I heard that the Spencer family's young master, Alejandro Spencer,

you catch Alejandro's eye and marry into the Spencer family, then you'll truly be on top

with joy. "Could it be Mr. Alejandro who

entrance where guests automatically made way

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

figure seemed fragile yet

in an intricate bun which contrasted perfectly with her fair

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 front of him

were immediately disappointed because the comers were exactly

a voice rang out from near

silver-grey suit hurried over but before he could get close enough, he extended

shaking hands briefly

Sylvia, extending his hand, ready

beautiful Sylvia really was; although he himself was quite handsome compared to most men but still not comparable with Franklin whose looks were unforgettable. Sylvia glanced at him and simply nodded in greeting, not

somewhat ingratiating attitude towards Franklin, her eyes suddenly became flustered and anxious. Her hand hanging by her

Damn it!

was Alejandro so familiar with Franklin and even hinted