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.

simple dishes of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she wasn't

and just

but she saw the housekeeper smiling as he opened the door and received a box from someone outside. "Thank you, you've

housekeeper happily brought the exquisite box to Sylvia.

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing its shiny

caregiver's eyes sparkled. "This

young master bought for the madam from overseas. It must be worth a lot! There are also matching shoes." The housekeeper took out a

this wasn't her event. She was just a

not cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at a hundred thousand,

worth at least a million?

head helplessly.

housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?"

the housekeeper eagerly go to open the door, followed by a group

heavily made-up man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your styling, and this

was their engagement, not hers. Why was

Franklin, this person...

Or dressing room?" Sylvia hastily

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

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

in the mirror, her long black hair was pinned up into a typical style, with a few playful strands of hair hanging down, curled naturally

was exquisitely made up, making

much better than

dress Franklin gave her and walked into the

she noticed a man in the dressing

charming. He was already tall,

come out, a

dress, paired with a diamond necklace that

and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings on her ears were

a bit high, everything else is perfect." Sylvia hooked her red lips at

reached out his long arm and held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's okay, I'll hold

stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the

praise for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled

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

Maskelyne 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 studio's services for a styling session are naturally not

cash gift naturally makes the mood even better. No

stylists left the villa, they posted a picture of Sylvia's back on their studio's official

owner of this beautiful back

certain level of fame in the industry and they often styled celebrities and socialites. So they also

were familiar with Sylvia and immediately recognized her. "Isn't this Mrs. Maskelyne!" "Please

the

quickly, post some

propelled Mrs. Maskelyne's new hairstyle to the