After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The agent nodded and felt it a pity to waste the dinner he bought. "Poppy drank the water, passed out, and was kidnapped by them. But why did they kidnap Poppy?" Eden frowned. "Who put the drug into the water?" "I have been working in the industry for years and | think we'd better not make it big. Let's wait and see what happens next," the agent said.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" Eden felt that they should call the police and let the police deal with it.

"We should. But we have to do it quietly and not let anyone else know it," the agent said in a low voice.

The three then set out for the police department.

It was already late at night after they came out of it.

Poppy had calmed down. She had never experienced such a thing before.

"Thank you for saving me," she said, "I will treat you to dinner to make it up for the food." "You are welcome. It feels good to be a real hero for once,” Eden patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go back to the hotel and wait for news from the police.” After going back, Poppy couldn't sleep for a long time. Who were the men who hurt her? And why did they hurt her? The stars in the sky were shining and the moon hanging up above was bright.

A black Bentley slowly stopped at the door of the Pearlhall Villa.

Franklin got out of it and walked towards the villa.

A melodious sound came to his ears all of a sudden.

Franklin stopped walking.

He stood there and listened quietly.

It was until the end of the music that he continued walking.

In the piano room, Sylvia revised and modified the song she had composed.

She didn't think it was perfect enough.

"I have never heard this before. What's it called?" Suddenly, a husky and flirtatious voice sounded.

Sylvia turned her head and saw Franklin with a cup of milk.

Why was he here? She smiled, "| composed it for the movie." Franklin walked up to her with the milk and handed it to her.

Sylvia took a sip. "Put it on the table." "Sweetie, how is the old Evans Evans now?" Franklin asked, thinking of the headline news he read today.

Sylvia's fingers on the piano froze. He came to ask about the old Evans, Tiffany's grandpa.

She turned to look at him, "Since you are so worried, you should go ask Tiffany yourself." Franklin was amused by her words somehow.

He smiled and looked charming.

He approached Sylvia and gently kissed her on the lips. "Why? Are you jealous?" Sylvia sneered, "Jealous? Why should | be jealous?" She seemed angry.

Franklin hurriedly said, "Sweetie, | was just wondering why he asked you out today." "I have no idea. Perhaps the Evans family knows more than me. You'd better go ask Tiffany now," Sylvia said, losing the mood to compose, "You should leave now. I'm going to bed soon." As she passed by Franklin, her wrist was grabbed by him.

His palm was warm.

Sylvia frowned and said, "Let go!" Instead of letting go, Franklin grabbed her hand even tighter.

Sylvia was getting angrier.

She struggled hard.

Franklin pressed her against the wall and forced her to look him in the eyes.

Sylvia was pissed and kicked him.

Franklin was kicked in his shin. He could have dodged, but he didn't.

It hurt.

His face changed, but he still did not intend to let her go.

"Sweetie, just admit it, you are jealous. It is so hard for you to admit that you care about me?" Sylvia frowned. "Franklin, I'm not jealous.” Franklin fixed his eyes on her and said, "You are so stubborn. You got angry." Sylvia sneered, "Why should | get angry? | don't get angry easily." Franklin's eyes suddenly turned red.

He dragged her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

He then said in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie, thank you... This day has finally come..." What was wrong with him? Sylvia gritted her teeth.

It was hard for her to breathe being held so tightly.

But Franklin was still excited. "I have never known you would get jealous of other women for my sake... | had thought this day may never come..." Sylvia, who had been annoyed, calmed down after hearing his humble tone of voice.

She was stunned.

Franklin who was always proud got touched because of her jealousy of other women.

It was so shocking.

Sylvia's mind went blank.

She lowered her eyes and didn't know how to respond.

She didn't move or say anything.

Was Franklin a masochist? Franklin held her tightly, Sylvia tried to push him but failed to get out of his embrace.

She frowned, "Franklin... Let go... | can't breathe.” Hearing her words, Franklin quickly let go of her.

He looked down at Sylvia in his arms and was still excited.

"Sweetie, | love you." He held Sylvia's cheeks, "Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, trust me. You can always rely on me, you don't always have to pretend to be tough. | will always be your backing." With that, he kissed her on her forehead.

Sylvia had mixed feelings.

Rely on him... Her backing... She had never thought of relying on him or taking him as her backing.

She said nothing and slowly closed her eyes.

It was a sunny day today, but the next day, it started to drizzle.

Sylvia stood by the window, looking out at the rain.

Then, after a short while, she heard noises behind her.