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.

life - to have my instrument taken care of.

okay, the old Cantrell. Sylvia won't let

up the phone, Sylvia finally calmed down. Her beautiful face was full of

is inevitable; nobody can resist it forever. RL 133 isn't

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

Ramiro though; he'd always

at the top floor hall of the hotel

red from embarrassment; it felt like someone had slapped her

need to come here! We could just go back

you know? This is an opportunity to network with big shots! What will happen

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

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

felt everyone around them were secretly laughing or talking behind

celebrities mingled together before

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

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

joy. "Could it be Mr.

guests automatically made way for a couple

while reflecting light off its fabric in

slender figure seemed fragile yet irresistible when held

an intricate bun which contrasted perfectly with her fair skin tone creating perfect curves along

light like a 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 front of him with one hand casually tucked inside his

they were immediately disappointed because the comers

from near the

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

nonchalantly, shaking hands

slightly at him, then turned towards Sylvia, extending his hand, ready to shake hers but once again, Franklin

by how 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

bring Ashlyn over, but upon seeing Alejandro's familiar and somewhat ingratiating attitude towards Franklin, her eyes suddenly became flustered and anxious. Her hand hanging by her side involuntarily clenched

Damn it!

Franklin