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. "You

divorced," Franklin's eyes flashed

laughed, filled with malice. "Fine, if you don't want Sylvia to disappear from this world, you'd better meet

is 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

father. "If you don't

ashen. "You

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

a sharp pain in his chest. "What did

Sylvia is in Aettosa?

the Hipps

with a desire that nearly drove

was one thing;

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?

not worthy of you. Only a top socialite can help expand our nation's fortunes. Do you understand? The oil

is highly educated, well-born, and beautiful!

Franklin didn't want to argue anymore. He knew the President just wanted him to go on a blind

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

man is insane! He

has no moral standards; he's an

as if trying to burn through the

being controlled made him want to go

Suddenly, he grabbed the

neck with his large

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breath as his face turned

commit patricide! You ungrateful son... there are guards everywhere...

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fainted from

you treat me like this? The more you act this way, the less likely I'll let you be

smile. "You don't have to go;

remained dark

nothing as he watched the President

night deepened, but his

was undoubtedly

was here with the

narrowed his eyes and went to Jasper's

is with the

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Franklin declared firmly.

Sylvia was in Aettosa from the President, he quickly connected all the dots and reached

pale; Franklin was

impossible to hide anything

said it wasn't time to meet

anymore. "Madam told me not to say... so please don't be angry with me." Guessing and confirming