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.

of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she

to ask and just pressed

as he opened the door and received a

the exquisite box to Sylvia. "Madam,

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

you cooperating with me?" The housekeeper opened the box with

beautiful dress!" The caregiver's eyes sparkled. "This

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

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

at a hundred

dress worth at least a million?

her head helplessly.

the madam, always keeping her in his heart!" The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on

a group of men carrying various makeup cases rushing into the

hello, I was invited to help you with your styling, and this is my team." Sylvia:

hers. Why was

Franklin, this person...

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

hands had a magical touch. Sylvia was tossed around

Maskelyne, you can go change

herself in the mirror, her long black hair was pinned up into a typical style, with a

up, making her watery eyes appear even

she looked much

dress Franklin gave her and walked into the changing room.

out, she noticed a

black suit, hands in his pockets, his handsome face matching the handcrafted suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall, but now he seemed even more upright and

come out, a hint of amazement flashed in his

dress, paired with a diamond necklace that shimmered

high, revealing her fair and delicate

high, everything else

waist, pulling

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

for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards, obviously in

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

"Thank you,

big packet of cash gift naturally makes the mood even better. No one would complain about

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

the owner of this

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

and immediately recognized her. "Isn't this Mrs. Maskelyne!" "Please post

posting the back

post some

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