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.

meat and tomato scrambled eggs.

bother to ask and just pressed the door opening

saw the housekeeper smiling as he opened the door and received a box from someone outside. "Thank you, you've worked hard." "Not at all." The person said

housekeeper happily brought the exquisite box to Sylvia. "Madam, guess what's

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

aren't you cooperating with me?" The housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing

The caregiver's eyes

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 golden high heels from the

originally planned to find an unworn dress from her closet, after all, this wasn't

ready-to-wear clothes started at a hundred thousand, and dresses cost

was this dress worth at least a

shook her head

the madam, always keeping her in 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 speaking when the doorbell

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

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

their engagement, not hers. Why

Franklin, this person...

our styling studio yesterday and placed an order. Mrs. Maskelyne, where is your dressing table? Or dressing room?" Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared the two dishes on the table, and then wiped the

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

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

into a typical style, with a few playful

making

much better than

the custom-made dress Franklin gave her and walked into the

she noticed a man in

exceptionally charming. He was already

come out, a hint of

off-the-shoulder gold dress, paired with a diamond necklace that shimmered

hair piled up high, revealing her fair and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings

a bit high, everything else

her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's okay, I'll hold you

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

for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards, obviously in a very pleasant

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 cheap, so

an additional big packet of cash gift naturally makes

a picture of Sylvia's

of this

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

some who were familiar with Sylvia and immediately

posting the back isn't

quickly, post

new hairstyle to the top of the trending