After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Winter's heart skipped a beat and she stared at Sylvia in disbelief.

She clenched her fists in anger. There were so many rich ladies, and no one dared to suspect the foundation. Even the families which supported those rich ladies did not care about such a small amount of money squandered by them.

So, no family ever suspected her charity foundation or tea party.

Some families which wanted to establish a good relationship with the Wilson Group sent their ladies over to butter her up.

They were happy to donate the money.

And guess what? Sylvia, this bitch dared to investigate the truth and nailed her lies openly! Winter took a deep breath with a smile on her face, "As | said, If any person we help turns out to be a fraud, | will compensate you 10 times for your donation. So, Miss Andrews, Luca can't be a fraud. There must be a misunderstanding between you and him." Sylvia looked coldly at Winter. "Really? If you insist so, why don't you listen to this?" She played the recording of the phone call between Logan and the president of Vista University.

All eyes were now on her. With light makeup on her face, she looked lovely and elegant.

She was neither subservient nor overbearing, her fair and slender wrist holding the mobile phone.

Her face was the envy of every woman! Winter was pissed off, but she tried to defend herself, "What does this mean, Miss Andrews? I'll only believe it if you can get the president of Vista University here to tell the truth. | don't think this recording is more convincing than the good reputation of Wilson Group." Sylvia squinted. It was obvious that Winter was trying to cover up for Luca.

In fact, none of these tragic stories could stand up to scrutiny.

"Miss Andrews, you are too much. Luca is pitiful enough. Why are you questioning him? It's like rubbing salt in his wounds, you know?" A rich lady said with disdain.

"That's right. Those young men all lead miserable lives and need our help. How can we hurt them? If we hurt them, we are just like bad people, aren't we?" another young lady said.

"I have never seen a person as vicious as her. Mrs. Wilson. | suggest that you kick her out.” "She's not one of us. She's just a scheming bitch.” Sylvia was wordless.

She finally understood that it was impossible to talk sense into brainless people.

Poppy was taking the video secretly with her phone and sent a short video to Franklin.

With so many people supporting him, Luca stopped feeling nervous and said confidently, "I have septicemia. If | don't get proper treatment, I'll die soon. Yet, she insists that I'm not a college student and that my identity is fake. I... | might as well die now!" Then the man ran towards the lake.

Winter commanded the security guards to stop him and said snappishly "Miss Andrews, you disappointed me so much. How could you drive him to death?" Sylvia thought it was absurd. "It's his own business that he wants to die. What's that got to do with me?" "What a heartless woman. She coerced Luca to jump into the lake, but she thinks it has nothing to do with her! She's gone too far!" "I can't stand it. Luca is so pitiful." Just as everyone was criticizing Sylvia, a powerful voice sounded from not too far away. "Mr. Carrillo, this way please." "Mr. Mckee, this way, please.” Everyone couldn't help looking at the man.

Not far away, a group of people was walking towards them through the arch covered with balloons.

The man in the lead was tall, his face cold and intimidating.

His eyes, like a deep pool, were frightening.

After he heard those rich ladies’ speech, gloominess gathered in his eyes.

Sylvia recognized Franklin at a glance. What was he doing here? A realization hit her when she glanced at Poppy who put on a smug look.

"Mr. Maskelyne?" Winter soon processed it and rushed up to greet him. "I didn't expect you would be here. | am sorry about the rude welcome." Saying pleasantries were necessary on such an occasion. At the same time, Winter was frightened.

Why was Franklin Here? She was confused and could not figure out what Franklin had come for.

Franklin ignored her. His handsome and cold face betrayed no emotions.

Then his cold gaze swept across Sylvia not far away. Tenderness flashed into his eyes.

Sylvia, in traditional clothing, stood straight and gracefully, very eye-catching.

Warmth flashed through his eyes. He said to those two middle-aged men beside him, "Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee, is Luca Ball studying at Vista University?" As soon as Franklin finished, the man named Luca went pale and his legs were trembling.

Franklin was known to all people in Larro.

Why did he condescend to mind such a trivia? What the hell was going on? Luca was dumbfounded, fear surging through him.

He did not dare to raise his head but tried to make himself invisible. He quietly walked into the crowd step by step...

Everyone was shocked.

Winter, who was a smooth talker, could not utter a word in front of Franklin.

Was Franklin here to expose Luca? How was that possible? No way! She stared at Franklin in disbelief before she snapped back to reality. "Mr. Maskelyne... you mean, these two..." Jasper quickly introduced them. "They are the president and admissions director of Vista University." Mr. Carrillo looked around. As the president, it was impossible for him to know every student. He asked the director of the admissions office, who immediately took the laptop from the assistant behind him.

He searched "Luca Ball" in the system.

However, as Logan said on the phone, there was only Luca Ball who graduated ten years ago.

The assistant held the laptop and showed it to everyone.

Mr. Mckee said, "Mr. Carrillo, no student named Luca Ball is at our university."