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.

scrambled eggs. But she

and just pressed the

and received a box from

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

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing its shiny

caregiver's eyes sparkled.

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. But Franklin had still air-shipped

cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at

dress worth at least a million?

head helplessly. "Such

do you want to try it on now?" "Forget it, I'll try it on

go to open the door, followed by a group of men carrying various makeup cases rushing into the

man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your styling, and this is

their engagement, not hers. Why was

Franklin, this person...

Or dressing room?" Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared the two dishes on the table, and then wiped the grease off her lips before

magical touch. Sylvia was tossed around for nearly two hours,

"Mrs. Maskelyne, you can go change

hair was pinned up into a typical style, with a few playful strands of hair hanging down, curled naturally with a curling

making her watery eyes appear

much better

Franklin gave her and walked into the changing

she noticed a man

suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall,

a hint of amazement

necklace that shimmered like stars, made her look

up high, revealing her fair and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings on her ears were

a bit high, everything else is perfect." Sylvia

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

in this dress!" The stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the best

Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards,

cash gift to the

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

cash gift naturally makes the mood even better. No

the villa, they posted a picture

who the owner of this

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

immediately recognized her. "Isn't this

the back isn't

quickly, post

result, enthusiastic netizens propelled Mrs. Maskelyne's new hairstyle to the top of the