After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 864

Alondra's announcement of taking Jenna as her goddaughter was accompanied by a lavish banquet, which made Ashlyn feel like she was going to vomit. Her fair face turned stormy, and her eyes shot out cold glares. Mrs. Ritter's expression was equally dark and bruised-looking.

The mother-daughter duo looked like a pair of clowns, especially when Alondra's mocking gaze occasionally fell on them. It felt like being clawed at the heart by countless cats.

Adriel maintained a smile on his face while explaining his decision to choose Jenna as his goddaughter solely based on her personality and connection with him, disregarding family background or education level. This statement landed as yet another painful blow to the Ritter family.

Ashlyn was furious - what made Jenna more suitable than her? Adriel's words were infuriatingly unfair.

Mrs. Ritter clenched her fork so tightly that it almost broke under the pressure of her white-knuckled grip. Alondra smiled wickedly and suggested that if they really wanted to find a godfather for Ashlyn, they could try approaching the Bennett family instead since Salvatore didn't have any daughters either.

But even if Salvatore did agree to take Ashlyn as his goddaughter, it wouldn't change their current reputation in society - ever since Ashlyn failed to win first place at the Graley Piano Competition and rumors began circulating about her personal life scandals, people had started avoiding them altogether.

The financial troubles haunting the Ritter Group further exacerbated the situation. To make matters worse, Abdullah had recently sparked a conflict with the Mcguire family over a matter, leading to the loss of Abdullah's job and his child with his mistress.

It seemed like every day brought new humiliations for the Ritter family - even during recent meetings with other families, they were constantly being pressured into submission until their faces hit rock bottom, while others stomped all over them mercilessly.

Although Abdullah was just a distant relative, he was still part of the Mcguire family. The Ritter family's shameless behavior had angered everyone in the Mcguire family. Alondra felt sick to her stomach every time she saw Mrs. Ritter now.

It wasn't just Alondra, Katie felt the same way too. She sat on Alondra's other side and used to be toxic friends with Ashlyn for a while. But now, they were more like enemies.

That mistress had no shame, but she was carrying the blood of the Mcguire family nonetheless. Not only did she get beaten up by the Ritter family, but Abdullah also lost his job.

Katie worked in showbiz and having an uncle like this could come in handy sometimes. Now that her uncle stepped down from his position... well, didn't that mean she lost another backer?

She glared at Ashlyn who happened to be looking at her at that moment when a waiter brought over a plate of mango coconut cake - it looked deliciously sweet and appetizing.

Ashlyn with a smile

immediately darkened/ "Miss Mcguire! What are you trying to

exaggeratedly shrugged. "Really? I don't remember anything about that! After all we're not close enough yet for me to know your secrets." Ashlyn watched as Katie acted so nonchalantly about it all; it only made her angrier inside - how

when they happened upon seeing Katie and Ashlyn bickering across theirs. They couldn't help but sneer inwardly; these so-called socialites were nothing

many people the Ritter family had offended lately - they can hardly blame

interesting," Sylvia replied before glancing back towards

with his gaze until he saw what was happening between those two

was sitting next him - close enough where he could see

Franklin said softly as if reading

he picked up a dish and served Sylvia some food. She looked up at him with watery eyes and said, "I've been investigating the Hipps Family these past few days.

"The red-light district is a tricky place to navigate." If their suspect was hiding

to maintain basic etiquette Adriel seemed to be enjoying himself as he drank more than his fair share

turning around to leave. But just as he turned away, Franklin called out to him,

an attractive face but

bring us some juice?"

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whispered softly, "Doesn't he

before scanning their surroundings for any signs of

similarities between their faces or voices whatsoever. In one corner of the banquet hall stood the male server staring intently at Franklin and Sylvia's table; specifically at that plate of sweet and sour carp which nobody seemed interested in eating anymore despite

an icebox nearby whereupon retrieving a large bottle filled with fruit

table. "Please enjoy." His voice was hoarse and low, as if his vocal cords had been

juice when Franklin stopped

"Miss Howlett, this sweet and sour carp doesn't seem

he felt a familiar sensation earlier that wasn't just a

didn't say anything.