After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 993

Old Mrs. Hipps, who usually had a spirited and cheerful face, found her smile turning stiff upon hearing the butler's words. Even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to express a hint of displeasure and confusion.

She slowly retracted her upturned lips and said to the butler, "A guest is a guest. Please let them in."

The entire hall fell silent, and no one spoke.

Sylvia could clearly sense that upon hearing someone from the Sweeney family was coming, almost everyone's expressions turned somewhat peculiar.

The atmosphere became a bit heavy.

After a while, an unfamiliar laugh echoed, "Oh, it truly is a joyous occasion, and everyone is here. I heard the real Miss Hipps has returned."

Tristan walked in with a smile, his voice arriving before he did.

Old Mr. Hipps chuckled, "Mr. Sweeney, please come in."

"What wind has blown the two young masters here?" Old Mrs. Hipps replaced her expression with a kind smile. "Though it's night, the sun has been shining all day, and it's still quite hot outside. Come in for a drink to cool off."

The two elders were very enthusiastic and showed no signs of anything amiss.

However, Tristan raised an eyebrow, his eyes carrying a hint of malice. "Then I shall accept your hospitality."

He stepped into the hall, followed by a man who looked almost identical to him.

The twin brothers seemed out of place as soon as they entered.

But they appeared oblivious, scanning the room until their eyes landed on Sylvia.

Tristan's eyes flashed with amazement.

Sylvia stood tall and graceful, her champagne-colored dress accentuating her slender figure and delicate waist. Her exquisite face, with watery eyes, a pert nose, and petal-like red lips, was stunningly beautiful.

Tristan glanced at Marcelo, whose pupils were also filled with shock. What a beautiful woman!

How could there be such a radiant yet not vulgar lady?

Her demeanor was impeccable!

"Young Masters, this is Sylvia, our recently found granddaughter," Old Mr. Hipps noted the men's amazement with a hint of displeasure.

Their gazes were too invasive and uncomfortable.

Sylvia looked up to see two identical twin men.

out wherever he went. Marcelo, being his twin, shared the same looks and suit, exuding a dangerous and eerie aura that marked them as anything

Tristan's face bore a faint smile. "Miss Andrews, pleased

were deep and beautiful, his features chiseled, and

and the Hipps family were not arch-enemies

ladies would have already flocked

the tense relationship between the families, no

all, the Sweeney brothers' outstanding appearances were

Sylvia had no interest in admiring their looks. After all...

Logan, and

indifferently, "Pleased to meet

Tristan approached Sylvia and handed her a gift box. "After being away

was intensely fixed

without expression and handed it to the butler

distant,

Tristan's smile widened into a cold curve. "Miss

blood boil. He suddenly smiled more broadly, finding her cold demeanor increasingly intriguing and arousing his desire

meeting. Won't you honor us with

indifference and raised his

thought of the Hipps family's granddaughter falling for

couldn't refuse

clinked it with

lips sipped the wine lightly

subtle expressions and

dance at

thin lips pressed tightly. "It seems there's no chance to invite Miss

was clear his twin brother was very interested in this

Hipps, on such a joyous

surprisingly requested

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guest is a guest. The Sweeney family and the Hipps family

refusing would

clear the dance floor.

her command, the housekeeper ordered the servants to bring in sound equipment and dimmed

up to Sylvia with satisfaction and made an inviting gesture. "Miss Andrews, may I have

to calmness. "Sorry, Mr. Sweeney, I only dance

interest. "Your husband? Or is Miss Andrews just making an excuse because she

noticed some people already slipping into the dance floor and starting to

she

you a gift. It's quite rude not to honor him with a dance."

make a fool of herself since she likely had no artistic talent coming from such a

briefly before turning back to

to Sylvia until they could feel

their posture seemed intimate, but Sylvia knew her face

even more shameless than

in front of the