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?"

even angrier. "You

divorced," Franklin's eyes flashed coldly.

laughed, filled with malice. "Fine, if you don't want Sylvia to disappear

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 tightly that his knuckles turned white. Standing tall before

"If you don't listen, do you

face turned ashen. "You can

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! But unfortunately,

a sharp pain in his chest.

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

the

heart swelled with a desire that nearly drove

knowing was one thing; now

to suppress his urge to rush to the Hipps family immediately. His voice hoarse, he stared at the President's sinisterly smug face.

Only a top socialite can help expand our nation's fortunes. Do you understand? The oil tycoon's daughter is your best choice for

is highly educated, well-born,

compares to my wife," Franklin didn't want to argue anymore. He knew

must go tomorrow; you have no choice," the President said with a 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

is insane! He has

no moral standards; he's an outright

if trying to burn through the President's face

controlled made him want to

Suddenly, he grabbed the

with his large

right over me;

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struggled for breath as his face turned

commit patricide! You ungrateful son... there are guards everywhere... you'll

hadn't expected Franklin to harbor such murderous intent

nearly fainted

treat me like this? The

a meaningful smile. "You don't

face remained dark and

he watched the

his thoughts

President was undoubtedly up

that Sylvia was here with the

eyes and went to Jasper's room next

with the Hipps

between the President and

hesitating for a moment,

treated my eyes was none

Franklin declared firmly.

in Aettosa from the President, he quickly connected all the dots

pale;

was impossible to hide

it wasn't time to

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