After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The broken knife fell right in front of James who stared in shock and confused by the loss of blood.

His mouth was wide open and he wanted to call Sylvia, but he couldn't find his voice.

Cameron's accomplices were equally credulous.

"Don't you dare stab him." Sylvia stepped into the box.

Her footsteps were gentle, yet it was as if she was treading on everyone's heart, causing them to have cold feet.

The woman's strongness and coldness made this box like an ice sheet.

It was frightening.

James didn't expect Sylvia to care so much about him who always disrespected her.

He was a bit smug, smiling like a fool, especially with a face covered with bright blood.

Cameron and his pals behind instinctively shrank back, fear springing to their eyes.

Who was this woman to be so fierce? "Aren't you very cocky just now? I'm telling you. James is my rival and I'm the only one who can beat him!" Romeo rushed over and grabbed Cameron and punched him, The Wilson family's youngest son, Cameron, had arguably done all the unethical things in the world.

Romeo had been pissed off by him too.

"How dare you stab James with a knife? Had not for Sylvia here, James would be dead now? How can you have such disregard for human life?" The yellow-haired guy cursed angrily.

Sylvia was madder at the hearing of the word death.

"This is Sylvia, bring your people in!" She didn't need to do anything, just ringing the call bell inside the box and ordering toughly and coldly.

One minute just passed.

A flurry of footsteps came.

"Miss Andrews, I'm sorry for not welcoming you because | didn't know that you are here." The lobby manager of the Wild Ones Club rushed over with a group of black-clad men and nodded to Sylvia, wiping his sweat from his face.

"Cut the crap and solved these shits!" Sylvia said, pointing to Cameron and the others in the box.

"Hit them!" The lobby manager cast a hateful glance at Cameron and waved his hand violently.

"My brother is Clark. I'm the youngest son of the Wilson family. Aren't you afraid we'll destroy the Wild Ones Club? "Not even your brother! Miss Andrews has the say!" The lobby manager, who had a good chance to perform, looked at the beaten guys and said to Sylvia with an ingratiating smile, "Is this satisfactory to you, Miss Andrews?" "Just now they tried to stab my brother with a knife. How about one stab back for them?" Sylvia glanced at them who were battered and screamed painfully.

"Don't you dare, bitch!" Cameron yelled.

Cameron was answered with another slap.

His arrogance totally disappeared.

"Another curse, another stab!" Sylvia stared at him coldly.

James's friends behind her helped him up.

They all looked at her in astonishment.

The Wild Ones Club was low key, but that did not mean it could be messed with. So people like Cameron who made trouble at Wild Ones Club naturally had strong backing.

But now Cameron was battered so bad? His reputation for being a scum had long spread to the circle of playboys — playing with women and bullying young masters of other families.

Admittedly, Romeo and James were at odds, but they had the same enemy — Cameron.

The men in black solved the mess in no time as Sylvia ordered.

James and Romeo felt they were nobody compared to Sylvia.

Did the people of Wild Ones Club take orders from her? "Go to the hospital.” Sylvia turned around and walked away.

The lobby manager immediately respectfully followed Sylvia with his staff in black, dragging Cameron and the others.

People coming out of the other boxes were shocked, seeing the formidable scene.

Who was she? Almost everyone looked at the woman with bated breath.

It was hard to believe that so many people respectfully sent out such a young woman.

"Miss Andrews, you're welcome to come back," The lobby manager said respectfully.

"| believe there's no need for me to tell you how to deal with them." Sylvia nodded at him, then glanced at Cameron and the others who were dragged to the floor, "Sure." It was at nine o'clock that evening.

Suddenly a black van appeared in front of the Wilson family's Villa.

Two large men in black took a sack from the car, slammed the door, and left bluntly.

The doorman was stunned.

And when he opened the sack, there was Cameron who was bleeding! Meanwhile, the families of those playboys Cameron hung out with all received a sack on their doorstep! Those families who considered themselves to be gentry instantly flared up! Who was so desperate? Who dared slash the young master of their family? James was asleep in his hospital bed.

Poppy, who changed into a clean outfit, sat on the sofa and lowered her head all the time.

The atmosphere in the ward was somewhat palpably serious.

Franklin gazed at James and Poppy formidably; he literally wanted to beat them himself.

"Tell me what happened.” "Brother ... I didn't want to go in the first place. | recently got a new boyfriend who tricked me into a box Cameron booked and who forced me to drink beer. Cameron even tried to rape me." "I don't know he's someone Cameron placed around me. Brother, | was wrong and I'll never do that again." Poppy looked pretty pitiable as she sobbed with her weary eyes.

"So stupid!" Anger blazed in his eyes.

The Wilson family had clout and publicity, and the Wilson Group was ambitious, always seeking to monopolize the property industry and become the leader of Larro.

Clark was a ruthless and tough guy among this generation and treated the Maskelyne Group as an enemy.

Although the Kennedy family started from its gangster background, they were not beneath doing things under the table.

While the Wilson family was different and did everything as long as it won them money.

"Sylvia ..." Poppy quietly moved closer to Sylvia.

Sylvia now gave her endless security; she was so naive before.

If it hadn't been for Sylvia this time, she and James would have been dead.

"She can't protect you this time!" Franklin stared coldly at Poppy, "I've been negligent with you so that you've developed so many bad habits. You gotta register in Lakewood City High School in three days!" "No, Brother." Poppy whispered to defy his order, "I don't want to go ..." "Remember what | told you last time?" Sylvia glanced at Poppy and said coldly.