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.

Maskelyne, you

the voice was coming from and saw Mr. Mcguire striding towards them with

came. Someone said they saw you come in earlier but I didn't quite believe it!" Weston walked up to Sylvia and Franklin with an amazed expression on his face as he gazed

time too she wouldn't

as she

back towards Franklin who had an elegant yet cold demeanor

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

of Sylvia's voice echoed through the hall as she

"Miss Andrews,

before saying. "Come on, let's go inside; I've saved seats for all three of us in front

nodded in agreement, saying,

needed wealth but also power so everyone

big shots weren't worried about

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 connection with Secretly, Greatly?

a grand hall spanning nearly a thousand square meters with magnificent decorations and sparkling crystal chandeliers. There were simple yet 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 small table

that almost every seat

Sylvia excitedly. "Miss Andrews, guess what strange treasure we have

could be so strange that even Weston himself would call it

is it?" she

unusual and uncommon so I wanted you to see it," Weston replied

as ordinary

thinking?" A large hand suddenly pulled Sylvia

into his embrace before turning her gaze back towards the auction stage in front of them where there lay an odd scroll about thirty or forty centimeters long which

that was extremely beautiful. It depicted a sunset, and she vaguely felt like she had

looked up

vision was excellent, and she carefully examined the signature on the

she saw the familiar signature, it

Franklin furrowed his brow as he stared at the

its texture that

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 today. However, after her death these works became classic

isn't made on parchment or vellum but

Sylvia's voice