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 my

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

with malice. "Fine, if you don't want Sylvia to disappear from this

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 tightly that his knuckles turned white. Standing tall before the President, who was a few inches shorter, Franklin exuded an

after all, he was Franklin's father. "If you don't listen, do you think I

turned ashen.

woman you care about is living

a sharp pain in his chest.

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

the Hipps

swelled with a desire that nearly

was one thing; now that

all 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 make

like her is not worthy of you. Only a top socialite can help expand our nation's fortunes. Do you understand? The oil tycoon's daughter is your best choice for

madness. "Lara is highly educated, well-born,

anymore. He knew the President just wanted him to go on a

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

is insane! He has no

standards; he's

trying to burn through the President's face with his

being controlled made him want to go

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with

no right

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for breath as

dare commit patricide! You ungrateful son... there are

hadn't expected Franklin to harbor such murderous

nearly fainted

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

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

face remained dark

nothing as he watched the

deepened, but his thoughts were

undoubtedly

cared; what mattered was that Sylvia was here with the Hipps family! He wanted to see

his eyes and went

is with the

conflict between the President and

a moment, he

doctor who treated my eyes

Franklin declared firmly.

after hearing that Sylvia was in Aettosa from the President, he quickly connected all the

face turned pale;

was impossible to

Sylvia had said it wasn't time to meet Franklin

to say...