After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

She was shocked but felt sweet, wondering the reason.

Sylvia shook her thoughts out of her head, reminding herself that the priority was to figure out the man and the woman who had sold her mother to a village.

She had learned that her mother didn't have a car accident but was sold.

Then she wondered where her younger sister was and if she was also sold. Her younger sister was just a toddler back then.

The thought that her mother and younger sister might be suffering in a remote place, Sylvia was keyed up in irritation.

However, it had been so many years. She didn't know where to start.

It was a big world, and it was challenging to look for someone.

Unlike now, she could check the suspects’ traces using her hacking skills to locate the target.

Besides, even if some traces had been left, after so many years, they should have faded away. Sylvia couldn't find any clue.

Bothered, she heaved a sigh, following other coworkers to leave the meeting room.

Tammy was also fired.

The hospital returned to peace.

When Sylvia stepped into her office, Franklin followed her to enter.

Before she shut him out, he stuffed his leg into the crack to stop her.

"What do you want, Mr. Maskelyne?" The next second, Sylvia's shoulders hit the door. She let out a soft cry in pain, "Ouch!" Franklin gripped her shoulder with one hand and pinched her waist with the other.

Sylvia was annoyed, her back pressed against the door. "Think you can do whatever you want after becoming the major shareholder?" A ghost of a smile appeared on Franklin's handsome face.

He parted his thin lips and drawled, "Why are you so tense, sweetie? | haven't done anything yet." Sylvia didn't admit she was tense. She just felt hurt after he pressed her against the door.

Inwardly, she cursed. Then she was about to kick him.

Franklin grabbed her ankle, pulling her forward forcibly. Her body was highly flexible, so he split her easily.

"Oops, sweetie. You just can't wait to perform in such a tough position, right? If | don't cooperate with you, you'll be disappointed.” Franklin chuckled again.

"Are you acting as a rascal today?" Sylvia sucked in her breath, gritting her teeth.

The man was charming and bewitching.

But he was also moody and unfathomable.

In the past, when they were still married, he was aloof and noble.

However, he became shameless, cold-hearted, arrogant, and irritated.

Sylvia wanted to pull back her leg, but he pinched her too tightly. She failed.

Therefore, she had to push him away, but his chest was too firm. Sylvia wanted to strike his chest, but her hand was grabbed by him.

"Be patient, sweetie." With an evil smile, Franklin rubbed his nose tip against hers.

Only then did Sylvia find that when her palm touched his chest, her fingertips hooked his buttons. Once Franklin gripped her hand, she accidentally unbuttoned two buttons on his chest.

His sexy collarbones were exposed. Sylvia saw his smooth chest with muscle outlines.

Although they had married for many years before the divorce, Sylvia still blushed.

She wanted to pull back her hand, but Franklin tightened his grip and said shamelessly, "Sweetie, since you do want to touch me. I'm generous. Go ahead." As he spoke, he pulled her hand to press his chest.

The warmth from his body traveled up her wrist to her shoulder instantly.

His body temperature was so high that her heart trembled.

Sylvia's face reddened in anger. Franklin stared at her, a touch of a smile flashing through his eyes.

Suddenly, he held her waist up, lifted her, and squeezed her with his solid chest. They clung to each other.

Sylvia was enveloped by his mint scent.

In anger, she yanked her head up to glare at him. He was staring at her tenderly, his eyes like a deep pool almost drowning her.

Sexual desire came into his eyes. A faint smile was on his lovely face.

Sylvia pressed her lips together and reminded him calmly, "I'm still at work, Franklin Maskelyne. Let go." Franklin lowered his head and pecked her soft lips. Sniffing her fragrance, he whispered in her ears jokingly, "Call me hubby. I'll let go of you." His hot breath sprayed on her ear, and the tickle made Sylvia tilt her head to dodge his lips. Glaring at him unhappily, she snapped, "We're divorced. You are my ex-husband only." Her refusal made Franklin's face sullen. Raising her chin with his cool, slender fingers, he forced her to turn her delicate face toward him and look into his eyes.

He sneered, "Sylvia Andrews, you'll go to register in the City Hall with me again one day." He increased the strength of his fingers, his eyes full of coldness. "Don't try to escape from me. As | said before, you can only be my wife." Under his pressure, Sylvia looked up at him. Franklin wasn't just a maniac but a lunatic with paranoia.

He still dreamed of remarrying her. Sylvia only took it as a joke.

‘Think you are more attractive than money? | married you once. Why would | marry you again? You wish!" thought Sylvia.

With an ironic smile, she retorted, "You are indeed a bossy president. Think I'll listen to you and go to register with you after you've made such an overbearing announcement?" "Do you want to marry another man? The man wearing the mask? Who the heck is he?" Irritation filled his eyes.

Sylvia had ignored that he was a maniac with egoism, but she didn't expect her words to provoke him.

"Let go of me! No matter who | marry, what does it have to do with you? | can marry any man but you," Sylvia retorted in irritation. They didn't love each other. In other blunt words, they married for the benefit.

However, he kept pestering her.

Sylvia felt bothered and irritated, her mind jumbled.

All she wanted now was to find the whereabouts of her mother and younger sister. She had no interest in loving someone.

Therefore, she couldn't afford to waste time dealing with Franklin.

Flames of fury sprung to his eyes, which almost overwhelmed Sylvia.

Before she reacted, Franklin lifted her, held her in his arms, and strode toward the lounge in her office.

Then he slammed the door shut.

Franklin could not take his gaze off her, breathing heavily.

"You can never escape from me all your life, Sylvia. You only belong to me," he announced aggressively.

"You don't love me, Franklin. | don't love you, either. You're just used to living with me. We divorced, and you haven't gotten used to it yet. You'd better figure out what's in your mind," Sylvia reminded him in a weak tone.

Franklin stared at her determinedly. "I know what's in my mind clearly." He wanted Sylvia, and she was destined to be his.

Then he kissed her again.