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

from

didn't quite believe it!" Weston walked up to Sylvia and Franklin with an amazed expression on his face as

thought that this time

get this time?" A cool eyebrow raised as she looked towards Weston. "Otherwise why

towards Franklin who

smiled again before stepping forward to shake hands with Franklin

on chatting for ages here?" The sound of

slightly before saying. "Miss Andrews, why do you always

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

in agreement, saying, "Thank You,

these not only needed wealth but also

big shots weren't worried about their personal

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

into the venue by Weston - 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

around and she noticed that almost every seat

"Miss

be so strange that even Weston himself would call it

it?" she asked

or priceless; I just find it unusual and uncommon so I wanted you to see it," Weston

wasn't as ordinary

hand suddenly

there lay an odd scroll about thirty or forty centimeters long

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

looked up and her

and she carefully examined the signature

familiar signature, it hit her

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

with its texture

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 masterpieces in

particular piece isn't made on parchment

skin," Sylvia's