After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 1026

Tristan remained silent, his handsome face tight with a hint of coldness.

No one spoke on the way back.

The two brothers walked side by side directly to their residence.

A crescent moon cast a cold light in the sky. Tristan looked up at the dark, velvet-like sky. "What do we do now?"

"Grandfather has become much younger. What can we do?" Marcelo said in a deep voice. "We wait and see. The more critical the situation, the less we can panic or lose our composure. The Sweeney family is not yet ours to control."

Old Mr. Sweeney was always suspicious. The more they showed their strengths, the faster they would be eliminated.

It didn't matter if you were his grandson or his son; he would eliminate you just the same.

Descendants? If he wanted more, he could always have them!

Moreover, the Sweeney family had more descendants than just the two of them. Other cousins were also eyeing their position.

On the surface, the two brothers seemed to be in an enviable position, but in reality, they were walking on thin ice.

"I was too impatient," Tristan nodded. Marcelo, though taciturn, always hit the nail on the head.

"It's late. Go to sleep," Marcelo said calmly.

The brothers then went to their respective rooms.

As twins, they shared an indescribable bond and understanding.

The night grew deeper, but the presidential palace was as bright as day.

The President was so angry that he threw the cup in his hand. "Are you trying to drive me mad?!"

The cup shattered on the floor, pieces scattering everywhere.

In stark contrast to his enraged demeanor was the man sitting opposite him. The man's handsome face was nearly flawless, especially his deep, dark eyes that exuded a cold indifference. He wore black loungewear, which, despite its casual style, gave off an air of sternness as if it were battle armor.

Having such an outstanding son was both a source of pride and torment for the President.

Because he was too exceptional yet too indifferent, especially towards his father.

Even worse, this son was hard to control.

Having a puppet son would be easy; having a strong-willed son like a lone wolf was difficult.

Franklin held a white porcelain mug in his long fingers, tea leaves floating inside.

He took a sip. "Mr. President, did you come here in the middle of the night just to vent your anger at me?"

"Franklin, you must meet Lara tomorrow! I've already arranged the restaurant. All you need to do is have dinner. You must go," the President commanded, his eyes fixed on Franklin. The handsome man raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Am I your subordinate?"

grew even angrier.

are not divorced," Franklin's eyes flashed coldly. "I will not betray her

"Fine, if you don't want Sylvia to disappear from this world,

your weakness! Since you say you're married, if she disappears from this world, wouldn't that solve everything? "Don't you dare!" Franklin stood up abruptly, his long fingers gripping the mug so

"If you don't listen, do you think I won't dare? I am

turned ashen. "You

you know? The woman you care about is living with the Hipps family, very close to you! But unfortunately, you can't meet her." The President's

a sharp pain in his chest.

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

the

with a desire that nearly drove him

one thing;

his strength to suppress his urge to rush to the Hipps family immediately. His voice hoarse, he stared at the President's sinisterly smug face. "So what are you gloating about? Does separating us

a top socialite can help expand our nation's fortunes. Do you understand?

"Lara is highly educated, well-born,

woman compares to my wife," Franklin didn't want to argue anymore. He knew the President just wanted him to go on a blind date with

smile. "Because... if you resist, I can have my assassins kill her right now! I heard she's highly skilled in martial arts; it's just a matter of sending more people. If I could blind you back then, I can kill her

insane! He has

moral standards; he's an

stared at him intensely as if trying to burn through the President's

controlled made him

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guard, the President struggled for breath as his face turned red and

teeth. "You dare commit patricide! You ungrateful son... there are guards everywhere...

Franklin to harbor such

fainted

air as if reborn. "I'm your father! How dare you treat me like this? The more you

with a meaningful smile. "You don't have to go; I

remained dark

watched the

night deepened, but his thoughts were far

was undoubtedly up to

mattered was that Sylvia was

eyes and went to Jasper's room next

with the

hadn't slept either; given the intense conflict between the President and Franklin, he couldn't sleep

for a

treated my eyes was none other

Franklin declared firmly.

Sylvia was in Aettosa from the

pale; Franklin

was impossible to

said it wasn't time to

not to say... so please don't be angry with me." Guessing and confirming were two different things for