After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 966

The woman in front of him looked a bit weary as she stood before him.

Franklin's eyes filled with concern. "Did you not sleep at all last night? What were you doing? Writing code? Or drafting plans? Are you writing a script?"

Sylvia shook her head. "I was sculpting."

"Sculpting?" Franklin was taken aback. "You didn't..."

"Carved something out of that jade stone from yesterday?"

"But how could you carve out a complete piece in just one night? That's impossible!"

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He had never heard of a finished sculpture being carved out overnight.

"Well, it's a gift for my uncle's engagement." Sylvia played with her hair, lazily lifting her eyes. Her hands were covered in jade powder, making her uncomfortable. "I'll go take a shower and get some sleep." Otherwise, she'd look too worn-out at the engagement banquet tonight.

Seeing Sylvia heading towards the bedroom, Franklin felt a bit puzzled.

But he also knew that health comes first.

So he didn't disturb Sylvia further, instead instructing the maid to cook porridge on the stove before heading to the office.

Although he managed to handle some work while participating in "Go Everywhere," there was still a lot piled up.

He needed to finish it quickly before going abroad to help Carolyn.

By the time Sylvia woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. She had been sleeping since morning.

It was the scorching sunlight, and she stretched lazily. She hadn't stayed up late for a long time, so staying up all night made her feel uncomfortable.

After getting out of bed and freshening up, she went downstairs and made a cup of American ginseng tea. Just as she took a few sips, she saw the caregiver coming out of the kitchen.

"Missus, I stewed some chicken soup and there's some porridge left. Would you like some? Or should I make some side dishes?"

Sylvia didn't expect Franklin to arrange for a caregiver to take care of her.

Feeling a faint warmth in her heart, she said, "Okay, I'll have the chicken soup. Just stir-fry a couple of dishes."

"Sure." The caregiver went back to the kitchen.

In no time, the caregiver brought a steaming bowl of chicken soup to the table and returned with two delicate side dishes.

at the table, with simple dishes of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she wasn't picky. Just as she picked up her fork, the

to ask and just

door and received a

exquisite box to Sylvia. "Madam, guess what's

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

housekeeper opened the

dress!" The caregiver's eyes

madam from overseas. It must be worth a lot! There are also matching shoes." The housekeeper took out a pair of golden high heels

her closet, after all, this wasn't her event. She was just a guest.

cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at a hundred thousand, and dresses cost at least a

this dress worth at

shook her head helplessly.

his heart!" The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?" "Forget it, I'll try it on tonight." She had just finished

followed by a group of men carrying various makeup

heavily made-up man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to

not hers.

Franklin, this person...

studio yesterday and placed an order. Mrs. Maskelyne, where is your dressing table? Or dressing room?" Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared

was tossed around for nearly two hours, and her waist was

heard the man say, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you can go change into

a typical style, with a few

face was exquisitely made up, making her watery eyes appear

much better

walked into the changing room. After changing, she walked out

as soon as she came out, she noticed

handsome face matching the handcrafted suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall, but now he seemed even

he saw Sylvia come out, a hint of amazement flashed in his

diamond necklace that

hair piled up high, revealing her fair and

the shoes being a bit high, everything else is perfect." Sylvia hooked her red lips

long arm and held her slender waist, pulling her

stunning in this dress!" The stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the best among all my clients. I almost didn't

the stylist's praise for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards, obviously in a

Jasper skillfully handed a packet of cash gift to the stylist. "Treat yourselves to

a packet of cash gift. He immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne, thank you, Mrs. Maskelyne." The stylist studio's services for a styling session are naturally not

of cash gift naturally makes the mood even better. No

villa, they posted a picture of Sylvia's

of this

fame in the industry and they often styled celebrities

these fans were some who were familiar with Sylvia and immediately

the back

quickly, post some frontal

Mrs. Maskelyne's new hairstyle to the top of the