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?"

President grew even angrier. "You are

wife. We may be separated for now, but we are not divorced," Franklin's eyes flashed coldly. "I will not betray her

if you don't want Sylvia to disappear from this world, you'd better meet

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

Franklin's father. "If you don't listen, do you think I

ashen. "You

and see then. I advise you to meet Lara tomorrow. Did you know? The woman you care about is living with the Hipps family, very close to you!

sharp pain in his

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

with the Hipps

heart swelled with a desire that nearly

thing; now

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 make

like her is not worthy of you. Only a top socialite can help expand our nation's

is highly

to my wife," Franklin didn't want to argue anymore. He knew the President just wanted

triumphant 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

is insane! He has no

standards; he's an outright

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

controlled made him

Suddenly, he grabbed the

neck with

no right over me;

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kill you right

off guard, the President struggled for breath as his face

You

Franklin to harbor such

fainted from

gasped for air as if reborn. "I'm your father! How dare you treat me like this? The more you act this way, the less likely I'll let

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

face remained

said nothing as he watched the President quickly leave

his thoughts were

was undoubtedly up to something

no longer cared; what mattered was that Sylvia was here with

went to Jasper's room next

with

the President

hesitating for a moment, he

my eyes was none other than

Franklin declared firmly.

Aettosa from the President, he quickly connected all the dots

pale; Franklin was

impossible to hide anything from

Sylvia had said it wasn't

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