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.

dishes of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she wasn't picky. Just as she picked up

bother to ask and just pressed

door and received a box from someone outside.

brought the exquisite box to

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing

The caregiver's eyes sparkled. "This dress must be

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

had originally planned to find an unworn dress from her closet, after all, this wasn't her event. She was just a guest. But Franklin

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

worth at least

her head helplessly.

in his heart!" The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?" "Forget

by a group of men carrying various

leader was a heavily made-up man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your

hers. Why was it made so

Franklin, this person...

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

was tossed around for

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

into a typical style, with a few playful strands

was exquisitely made up, making her

looked much better than

the custom-made dress Franklin gave her and walked into the changing room.

she came out, she

charming. He was already tall, but now

a hint of amazement

that shimmered like stars, made

long hair piled up high, revealing her fair and

bit high, everything else is

arm and held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's

The stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the best among all my clients. I almost didn't want to put makeup

praise for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards,

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

so happy and even receive a packet of cash gift. He immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne, thank you, Mrs. Maskelyne." The stylist

being able to receive an additional big packet of cash gift naturally makes the mood even

they posted a picture

the owner of this beautiful

had a certain level of fame in the industry and they often styled celebrities and

immediately recognized her. "Isn't this

posting the back isn't

post some

new hairstyle to the