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.

Sylvia, Mr. Maskelyne,

coming from and saw Mr. Mcguire striding towards

they saw you come in earlier but I didn't quite believe it!" Weston

time too

get this time?" A cool eyebrow raised as she looked towards

glancing back towards Franklin who had an elegant yet cold

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

here?" The sound of Sylvia's voice echoed through the hall as she

lips slightly before saying. "Miss

her, then back towards Franklin before saying. "Come on, let's go inside; I've saved seats for

nodded in agreement, saying, "Thank

not only needed wealth but also power so

big shots weren't worried about their personal

don't know. Franklin had also heard about this,

magnificent decorations and sparkling crystal chandeliers. There were simple yet tasteful booths arranged in rows from high to low. Franklin

down, her gaze swept around and she noticed that almost

and asked Sylvia excitedly. "Miss Andrews, guess what strange treasure

his words - what could be so strange that even Weston

it?" she asked

and uncommon so I

this treasure wasn't as ordinary as he made it out

hand suddenly

sweetly while snuggling 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 appeared yellowed like parchment but didn't quite look like sheepskin either. perhaps

extremely beautiful. It depicted

up

vision was excellent, and she carefully

saw the familiar signature, it hit her like a

furrowed his brow as he stared at the

with its texture

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

mention that this particular piece isn't made

Sylvia's voice came