After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

All the noble ladies present were dressed in traditional costumes. Each was beautiful in her own way.

But Sylvia was the only person who dressed so elegantly in traditional clothes.

As soon as she appeared, she caught everyone's attention.

Many young men rushed towards her.

"Miss, would you be interested in talking to me? I'm in a really tough spot right now. | come here for the Wilson philanthropic foundation. | am a village teacher. The students in my primary school have old textbooks and broken desks. Even our school buildings are crumbling. When it rains, the building is dangerous, with all the children inside... Oh, | beg you to have pity and give us five hundred thousand," said a sad young man in traditional men's clothing.

Sylvia sized up the man, who looked as though he were very thoughtful of the children.

But Sylvia felt that there was something odd about the man's eyes and that he didn't look like a village teacher...

Just then another man said, "Are you as difficult as | am? | am a cadre of a mountain village deep. All the young people in our village have moved out, leaving only the poor elderly, and some are sick and unable to move. I'm the only cadre in the village, but I can't hold on any longer. | finally heard that the Wilson philanthropic foundation has a lot of charity projects. Beautiful and kind lady, please save us! Give us ten thousand!" The two men's eyes turned red as they spoke.

Not too far away, a few rich ladies heard the two men's words. They looked at the two men again. They were quite handsome and seemed young. They did not look like bad people.

So, a lady said, "Your deeds touched me. | decided to donate five hundred thousand to each of you, and set up a public welfare project.” As soon as the lady spoke, Winter smiled and said, "Mrs. Sutton, you are a very kind woman. | thank you on behalf of the children.” Rosie quickly brought the donation contract and the project plan.

Mrs. Sutton quickly signed it. The project plan was in triplicate. One was for the two men, one was for Mrs. Sutton, and the other was for the Wilson philanthropic foundation.

Winter glanced at the crowd and shouted, "Congrats, Mrs. Sutton, on donating money to such two great projects. Congrats to the two people who successfully sought help. If anyone else has a problem, just say it! As to your projects, I'm sure all the ladies here will help you in any way they can!" Then everyone in the room began to clap.

Mrs. Sutton was very proud and took her seat with the project plan in her hand.

It was so easy for those two guys to gain one million, wasn't it? Then, there were many young men, all dressed up, and wearing traditional clothing, and they behaved in a respectful way.

They served tea to the ladies and grabbed them the refreshments.

They were making these ladies very happy.

Sylvia heard a thousand sad and miserable stories all afternoon.

For example, someone said his parents both had cancer, someone said his sister had a car accident and someone said his brother became a vegetable... The lady heard the narration of them and shed tears uncontrollably.

One million dollars was donated.

And then the lady got a donation project plan.

Someone even made up a story — he had been vulnerable since childhood and was bullied by peers at school because he was so handsome. He was a sophomore, and his sister sold herself to a bald old man to afford his tuition fees. That old man even abused her. She even miscarried because of his beating. He wanted to help his sister to get rid of that man, so he asked for a donation to save his sister.

Then some rich lady cried, "Your sister is so miserable. | must help her." Then 3 million dollars was given away.

Those men swindled so much money so quickly.

Were these rich women no-brainers? The stories made up by those men were about their miserable life.

Those young men were good-looking and in good shape. As they played the victim in traditional clothing, those rich ladies could not help but sympathize with them.

It was easy to get others, especially those rich ladies to feel pity for them, to immerse in their stories, and to do something to help them.

Those ladies, whose husbands were bosses, led a boring life and stayed at home with nothing to do.

The Wilson philanthropic foundation had a very good reputation.

They had a high level of trust in the Wilson Group, and naturally believed what the men said.

Sylvia sat in a corner, listening to the men's cries.

And from time to time, Winter would come out and preside, "The Wilson philanthropic foundation has checked the authenticity of what these young talents said. They were telling the truth. So just donate the money freely. If any story turns out to be fake, I will compensate you 10 times for your donation and punish the liar!" "The future of our country rests with these young men. Can you bear to see them end up being hopeless, penniless, and lifeless? A lot of social news told us nowadays young men committed suicide because of poverty. We spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on bags and shoes, but we just need to donate the money for a bag or a pair of shoes to save many lives! We are doing something good!" Winter's speech was like a pyramid scheme.

Sylvia looked at those rich ladies, who were listening intently and nodding at Winter's words from time to time.

She blinked her beautiful round eyes.

Those who just entered the tea party at the Wilson philanthropic foundation might find this hard to believe.

But clearly, those ladies had been brainwashed by Winter.

Winter did have a talent for brainwashing, and she used the same trick to fool those rich ladies and socialites countless times.

It could be told by the fact that she said those words very fluently.

Sylvia was bored and fiddling with her nails when she heard a familiar voice. "Oh, | feel so sorry for you. My brother didn't give me much allowance, and I'll donate ten thousand to you first." ‘Poppy?’ Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked toward the voice source. She saw Poppy crying her eyes out, and a young man was kneeling in front of her. The man's eyes were blinking with tears, but he tried his best to hold them back.

It was touching to see him hold back his emotions.

"Thank you, Miss, it's my utmost luck to meet you when | am this helpless." Sylvia was speechless.