After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 828

Katie had thought she would run into Brayden at this event, but he was nowhere to be seen. Wasn't he always glued to Franklin? Why weren't they together this time?

Feeling disappointed, Katie overheard Mr. Mcguire continuing his small talk with Franklin. "Did Mr. Maskelyne receive an invitation as well?"

"Mhm," Franklin replied coldly.

"Miss Mcguire, it's been a while." Sylvia smiled slightly at Katie, her eyes betraying a hint of aloofness.

Seeing Sylvia's stunning face made Katie's expression contort and stiffen. She forced herself to be polite and said, "Miss Andrews, how have you been?"

It was an unforgettable experience for her birthday party to be ruined by Sylvia like this - enough to make anyone angry and unable to smile properly.

Sylvia continued speaking in a faint voice tinged with mockery. "I heard your older brother is still being detained. Ah... I feel sorry for him every time I think about how happy you were singing and dancing in Urgford."

Mr. Mcguire's face began twitching uncontrollably upon hearing these words; his complexion alternating between pale white and greenish-blue.

Katie felt embarrassed too - why did Sylvia always have to bring up her brother? Was it her fault that he got detained? It was those bad people who did it! She didn't know how she could refute the accusation when Mr. Mcguire suddenly interrupted. "Mr. Maskelyne, it's getting late now; let me take my daughter inside."

He quickly led Katie along with his entourage away from the scene as if they were being chased by ghosts.

The last time their faces got slapped so hard that Mr. Mcguire didn't want to stay here any longer listening to Sylvia mock them again.

The Mcguire Group had grown tremendously over the years due largely in part because of Lukas Mcguire's contributions. The company had been developing advanced chips all along while Lukas mastered many of the latest chip technologies himself.

Thinking about this made Mr. Mcguire feel somewhat pained but... He had pleaded with the President multiple times already but ultimately whether or not they released his son wasn't up for him or even the President alone - there were other factors involved too!

"Take care on your way out, don't run into any ghosts," came Sylvia's icy voice from behind them just as they left causing Mr. Mcguire almost tripped before being saved by Katie who caught him just in time! "Let's go, we're going inside," a large hand wrapped around the woman's waist. Franklin looked down at Sylvia's beautiful face, her eyes filled with sarcasm as she stared at Mr. Mcguire and Katie. His magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement and indulgence.

The man held onto her waist as they walked forward side by side.

Then they entered the elevator, which slowly rose to the lobby on the first floor.

Jasper and his two companions had just stepped out of the elevator when a cheerful voice suddenly rang out.

Mr. Maskelyne,

look at where the voice was coming from and saw Mr. Mcguire striding towards

in earlier but I didn't quite believe it!" Weston walked up to Sylvia and Franklin with an

this time too she wouldn't

treasure did you get this time?" A cool eyebrow raised as she looked towards Weston. "Otherwise why would you send invitations to both

gave a half-smile before glancing back towards Franklin

again before stepping forward to shake hands with Franklin saying. "Mr. Maskelyne

for ages here?" The sound of Sylvia's voice

his lips slightly before saying. "Miss Andrews, why

then back towards Franklin before saying. "Come on, let's go inside;

nodded in agreement,

wealth but also power so everyone

worried about their personal

confidentiality was extremely high, not to mention that the big shot behind it was rumored to be a core member of "Secretly, Greatly." As for who it is, they don't know. Franklin had also heard about this, and he knew that Sylvia was the owner of this auction. But... does she have any

tasteful booths arranged in rows from high to low. Franklin and Sylvia were led to the front row VIP seats where there was even a

she noticed that almost every seat was taken. The auction still had an

to them and asked Sylvia excitedly. "Miss Andrews,

pupils flickered involuntarily at his words - what could be so strange that even Weston himself would call it

it?" she

uncommon so I wanted you to

obvious that this treasure wasn't as ordinary as he

are you thinking?" A large hand suddenly pulled Sylvia over towards

her gaze back towards the auction stage in front of them where there lay an odd scroll about thirty or forty centimeters long which appeared yellowed like parchment but didn't quite look like

it, because there was a picture above that was extremely beautiful. It depicted a sunset, and she vaguely felt like she had seen this picture

up

picture... her vision was excellent, and she

it hit her like a bolt

Franklin furrowed his brow as he stared at the painting. It was strange - beautiful

its texture that looked

if presenting something precious. "This painting is said to be by Phoenix, a master painter from twenty years ago. Phoenix's paintings are worth a lot of money; although she was a master painter in her lifetime, only five of her works exist

mention that this particular piece isn't made on

Sylvia's voice came