After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The warmth from that familiar big palm traveled up to hers instantly.

Sylvia gaped at Franklin, wondering why he suddenly appeared to make trouble.

"Franklin. You..." "I can shake hands with you on Mr. Alexander's behalf. | don't think you'll mind, Mr. Alexander." Franklin curled his lips into an evil smile.

He couldn't believe Sylvia was so bold to hold another man's hand.

‘What an overbearing jerk!" Sylvia could tell he overreacted again, wishing he could take his pills to mitigate his mental disease.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the five-star hotel, Luz was tossed out of the hotel, lying prone on the ground miserably.

Gritting her teeth in anger, she checked on her palms, which had been scratched by the ground. Blood oozed from the wounds.

She seethed with rage but couldn't vent her anger.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Are you all right? Let me help you." She heard a familiar voice suddenly. Then a woman helped her up.

Luz stood up, only to find the mother and the daughter who had cursed Designer X standing in front of her.

Skyla had just helped her stand up.

She didn't look like a shrew as before. When Luz was kicked out, she recognized Luz was Sylvia's coworker.

With a gentle smile, she asked compassionately, "Did they also kick you out?" "Do-Do you know Designer X?" Luz bit her lip and was about to pull out a paper napkin from her handbag to wipe the blood off her arms.

A wet tissue had covered her wounds. Tammy said gently, "l used to be a nurse. Let me deal with your wounds.” Ten minutes later, the three women were sitting in a cafe nearby the hotel.

"Do you mean she's Sylvia Andrews? That online celebrity?" Luz frowned, "Why does she wear a mask, then?" "Probably she's too ugly." Tammy curled her lips. "Alas... We're fellow victims." "You have a bright future in your career. Are you reluctant to be fired in this way?" Skyla looked at her in sympathy. "LX is one of the most famous design companies worldwide." "I've already been fired. What can | do?" Luz replied in depression.

Skyla held her hand gently, looking at her demagogically. "Do you want to avenge?" "Of course, | do." "I can help you." Luz wasn't a fool. She asked on alert, "There's no free lunch. Why do you want to help me?" Skyla answered bluntly, "Because | also want to avenge. If we work together, | believe we'll send Sylvia Andrews to Hell. After that, you will have fame and money. Here is a bank card with one million dollars in it. Take it. | heard your mother needed money for surgery." "You..." Luz didn't expect Skyla to obtain everything about her quickly.

"Girl, your mother's life matters. I'm helping you. | won't harm you." Skyla wore a graceful smile, pretending to be a kind-hearted elder.

Luz was convinced.

She wasn't from a wealthy family and needed money urgently.

Her mother suffered from lung cancer. If she didn't take surgery, the cancer cells would spread.

Therefore, Luz had been working hard and dreaming of having a boyfriend like Franklin. Then she would obtain a lot of money to rescue her mother.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't earn much money.

Her mother was almost dying.

Now, she had lost her job. She didn't know what to do in the future.

Gazing at the bank card from Skyla, she hesitated. The one million dollars were indeed appealing to her.

A hint of greed flashed through her eyes. Money seemed to be the most challenging test for a person who needed money the most.

Skyla continued in a magical voice, "Ms. Craig, money can save your mother's life. You are also talented. With the money, you'll be compared to Sylvia Andrews and even win against her." "Trust me. You can do it." "If you obey me, you can avenge and earn money." Luz bit her lip. "Who on earth are you?" "It doesn't matter who | am. You need money, and | have it." Skyla could tell Luz had already bitten the bait.

She shoved the bank card into Luz's hands. "I look forward to your good news." With those words, she took Tammy out of the cafe.

Tammy whispered, "Mom, why did you give her so much money?" "We don't lack one million dollars.” Skyla knocked on her head. "Your grandmother gave me ten million dollars to let me spend on the fashion week. One million is nothing. I'll pay her five million if Sylvia can be ruined, let alone one million.” "Will Luz be obedient to us?" Tammy felt disappointed after her mother disdained her.

Determination flashed through Skyla's eyes. "She'll help us.” She had seen reluctance and greed in Luz's eyes earlier.

A person with desire was easy to be manipulated.

The night was deep.

The manor was blanketed by silence.

When Franklin took Sylvia to the manor, Lilian walked up to them. Seeing them together, she wore a sweet smile, although a weird light flashed through her eyes.

"Master Franklin, Miss Andrews, welcome back." Franklin let go of Sylvia's hand. "Exhausted? Want to take a shower now or later?" Sylvia was slightly tired. Although "Starry" was stunning, she needed much energy to wear it for a whole night.

"I'l take a shower now." Smiling, Franklin could tell she was exhausted. He scooped her up, striding toward the stairs.

They nearly had nothing at the banquet, so he ordered Lilian, "Make some late supper.” "Yes, Master Franklin." Lilian jealously gazed at Sylvia in Franklin's arms. After they vanished on the stairs, she entered the kitchen.

In the master bedroom, Franklin helped Sylvia take off the dress.

Glaring at him, Sylvia refused, "I can do it myself." "I'm familiar with this work." Franklin lifted a brow, his big hands reaching her waist to fumble for the hidden zipper. He pulled it down.

Sylvia snorted. "I'm going to the bathroom.” Then she left.

Franklin watched her figure vanish in sight, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. Flames of desire surged in his intense eyes.

He strode toward the bathroom door and put his hand on the doorknob. However, he failed to open it.

Sylvia chuckled, "I've locked it from the inside." "It's my manor. Think you can stop me with it?" Franklin obtained a key, opened the door, and strode in.

Sylvia nestled in his arms, feeling worn out.

Rubbing her sore back, she complained, "You beast!" "Honey, let's get back together.” Franklin pecked her neck.

"No.

"Don't you love me at all?" Franklin wore a bitter smile.

Suddenly, there were knocks on the door. Lilian said, "Excuse me, Master Franklin, Miss Andrews. The supper is ready." Sylvia broke free from his arms, seemingly covering her panic. She quickly said, "I'm hungry." Then she opened the bedroom door and strode out.

She almost trotted.

At the corner, she suddenly slipped, almost rolling down the stairs.

It happened in a blink, but Sylvia reacted quickly.

She did two backward flips and fell to the ground in the living room.

"Are you all right, Miss Andrews?" Lilian's expression changed tically. She hurriedly rushed down the stairs to check on her.

Fortunately, thick carpets were on the stairs and the living room floor. Sylvia supported herself with one arm. When Lilian arrived, she stood up.