After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Wake up, you psycho!" Sylvia twisted his ear.

But he was simply still, and his face was less chilling than before.

Sylvia had to take out her phone as she failed to wake up Franklin and sent a message to Logan, "Anything about the investigation?" "Mark and Vaild are on it; nothing came out for now," Logan replied in seconds.

"Go check me out of the hospital. I'm much better now." Sylvia instructed him again, "The land of Kelly Group?" "Nailed it." "Well done." Sylvia changed another interface of her phone.

Her phone was powerful. Though it looked no different from an ordinary I-phone, its performance of system was cutting-edge.

She logged on to Twitter and found that the hospital elevator incident was not spread.

She sighed in relief.

She was afraid that some news reported it and then cautioned people to be careful when taking an elevator.

The last thing she wanted anyone to know was this weakness.

Luckily, it was Franklin who was by her side at that time. She knew he was a man of good character and would keep this secret to himself.

She then logged on to the official website of Wilson Group, from which she found the username and password of Lexton Lloyd.

A company naturally had its own office system and its own funding system.

Nothing wrong could be seen on the website of the Charitable Foundation of Wilson Group.

So she accessed its office system and the funding system in unusual ways.

Half an hour later, she managed to use the username and password to access its office system and the funding system. The accounts were clear, and the official materials were normal.

There was nothing unusual.

Lexton's account had top-level access, but Sylvia could find nothing noteworthy or unusual.

No way! Did Wilson Group disguise their work so well? Sylvia appeared thoughtful, logging out of the account and clearing all browsing traces.

When Franklin opened his eyes, Sylvia's thoughtful face filled his eyes.

Her eyes were full of contemplation, but even that was incredibly beautiful.

His slender fingers couldn't help but touch ...

Sylvia was contemplating when she suddenly felt something squirming on her eyelids.

Only then did she realize that Franklin had woken up.

"You're awake." "What are you thinking about?" His voice was husky and magnetic as he had just woken up from a nap.

"Spend some time on Twitter, and a bit tired now." Sylvia said indifferently.

"Your hubby could offer a hug." Franklin raised his hand, then dragged her into his arms like a lazy lion, and his face came to her collarbone.

He said "hubby" extremely smoothly, and she was stunned.

His hot breath came from her nape, along with the lazy, husky voice.

It was just as it used to be in the mornings when they were not divorced. So natural.

Everything changed yet, so she pushed him. "You're so heavy, get up, my legs are numb." "Let me massage them." Franklin lowered his eyes.

The man had slept for two hours now and he was obviously spirited.

But Sylvia was not in a good mood at all, so she sent Logan a message. "Knock!" "Open the door, open the door." A second later, Logan's voice rang out.

Franklin felt offended and opened the door gloomily, only to see the disgusting Logan with discharge formalities in his hand. "The discharge formalities are done. Let's go." Logan stuck his head out and said to Sylvia.

Damn! "Why?" Franklin's face was gloomy.

"I'm not sick, of course, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital," Sylvia said clearly and coldly. It was the virus that was responsible for her passing out; she wasn't sick at all.

She rubbed her sore numb legs because of Franklin, got out of bed, and put on her shoes.

She headed straight outside.

"Go to Townyer Villa with me." Franklin abruptly stretched out his hand and fiercely clutched her wrist in his palm when Sylvia passed by.

"Could you change your lines except for this one?" Sylvia shook him off and looked at Logan, "Go." But no sooner had she arrived at Pearlhall Villa did a sudden wave of dizziness hit her.

She subconsciously pressed against the door panel, barely keeping her balance.

Her heart pounded faster.

The thing in her blood overwhelmed and almost stifled her.

She took a deep breath and moved to the edge of the bed, throwing herself on the bed and lying down.

The virus was extremely virulent and could subtly change her constitution.

Sylvia was cool in nature, but she always unconsciously exuded a bewitching and seductive aura because of the virus.

The virus was the real culprit.

She let out a long sigh, and sweat gradually seeped from her forehead. The virus was extraordinarily active with irritation and oppression.

She failed to mitigate the effects of the virus. Thus, her body was changing between cold and hot state.

At one moment it was like being in a freezing cellar, and at another in a furnace.

She never wanted to experience it again in her life.

Her body was drenched in sweat, her sweaty hair glued to her cheeks. Her pretty, delicate face was thickly veined, and she was biting her lower lip tightly to contain the pain inside her.

She kept breathing deeply as the cold almost froze her.

The virus was never so angry except for its attack four years ago.

Now, the virus was torturing her like that again.

Did she have to live like in hell again? She lay stiffly on the bed, feeling her blood was about to freeze.

She shivered with cold; every cell in her body was hit by the cold.

She was in so much pain that she wanted to kill herself.

She twitched on the bed, her delicate face contorted. She felt as if she were covered in ice.

But the next moment a scorching fire replaced the cold and raged inside her.

She was exposed to the scorching heat of a volcano instead of the bitterly cold before; every cell in her body was grilled by the heat, and her lips split open. Blood seeped out.

She looked horrible.

She curled up her body, suffering the indescribable pain.