After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Eden also rushed over incredulously with his eyes red rimmed, "Nurse, please save her!" Brock shivered and pulled out his cell phone to call Sylvia, but he couldn't get through.

James' tears mixed with raindrops slid down his cheeks. His voice was hoarse, "Nurse, my sister is still very young. She is not yet 20 years old ... She is in her prime. Please ... think of another way ..." The nurse was dragged by this handsome man, but she was not in the mood to appreciate his handsome face. She said pitifully, "We tried our best ... you guys better be mentally prepared.” Just at that moment! The elevator door slid open.

From inside stepped out a woman covered in mud and water. The woman was soaked. Her thin clothes stuck to her body, showing her curved figure.

She smelled a strong smell of blood. Rain and blood slid down the corners of her clothes. As she strode over, a stream of red water marks winding on the floor.

She was like a devil returning from hell, with cold, sharp eyes and a resolute look.

Behind her are dozens of tall men in camouflage uniforms with cold faces and strong vibes. Clearly, they were not easy to mess with.

The young nurse had never seen such a situation before. She was scared and rushed to the emergency room.

But behind her came the woman's cold voice, which resounded in the corridor.

"Stand still." The nurse took a deep breath and turned around slowly, but the woman had come close to her. The nurse looked up timidly and fearfully, and she was stunned when she saw the woman clearly.

"Dr. Sylvia?" Surprisingly, it was Dr. Sylvia! Sylvia pulled out a small box and put it into the nurse's hand, "This is the antidote. Make Poppy take it." "OK, OK." The nurse ran into the emergency room.

"Sylvia." James, who was in pain and anxiety, saw this scene and rushed over with a surprised face. "You got the antidote?" "Yes." Sylvia nodded, and did not intend to tell James how she got the antidote back. "Go tell Franklin about it." "Okay, I'll go now." James almost jumped up with excitement.

Brock looked at Sylvia with complicated feelings in his eyes.

Why did Sylvia, the sponsor in his movie, have such a powerful vibe? She returned with the antidote like a savior of the world, which was exciting.

Although he was curious about Sylvia, he knew he shouldn't ask.

"Miss Andrews, you take a break." "Sylvia... please sit," Eden swallowed and pointed to the bench and said. He really did not know what to say! He was afraid that those camouflage-clad men would press him against the wall and beat him hard! "No, | need to go back and wash up," Sylvia said with no expression.

She turned around, and the men behind her turned around as well, and the group left.

"She looks like a gang boss!" Eden did not dare to whisper until the group disappeared into the elevator.

"She is," Brock said faintly.

The night was deep.

The rain was still pouring down.

It rained nonstop.

Sylvia sat in front of her computer and began to work on the script.

She changed the heroine's persona setting and the plots.

By the time she finished revising, it was four in the morning.

She let out a long breath, stretched herself, and stood up from the computer.

What she didn't know was that at this moment, in the heavy rain, a man in black went to the garbage can in 66 Livingston Road and reached out to take out the broken diamond necklace.

Lightning split the air and shone on his face. His face ... was actually familiar to Sylvia.

The man carefully unwrapped that jewelry bag, and when he saw a necklace with broken diamonds lying quietly inside, a trace of restrained fondness flashed across his handsome face.

Surprisingly ... it really was that necklace! "Your genuine feeling is really touching. It's a pity that she doesn't know it at all.” Suddenly.

A low, magnetic voice rang out from behind the man.

The man's affectionate face suddenly changed into a cold one. He shot daggers at the man behind him.

Behind the man, a man in white holding a black umbrella appeared. The white and black colors formed a sharp contrast in the lightning.

The man holding the necklace unconsciously tightened his fingers, "You trail me?" "Not really. It's just that the way you tested your position in her heart was so lousy and stupid that | couldn't help but want to remind you." The man in white curled his lips.

"What are you trying to say?" "Is it that cool to be a coward who doesn't dare to confess his love? However, even if you want to confess, you don't have a chance." The man in white chuckled.

A group of men in black appeared right behind him. "Chef, please." "Moon, what mistake have | made?" "You gave her the antidote. Isn't it betrayal? You fell in love with her privately. Isn't it betrayal? You fell in love with your enemy.

Chef, have you forgotten the oath you took when you entered ZZ." The eyes of the man in white were cold.

Everyone in the ZZ organization had a code name for himself or herself, and the man in black had a code name: Chef.

"Moon, are you able to control your heart? Are you better than me in controlling your feelings for her? When you heard she was being humiliated, you burst into a furious rage, didn't you?" Chef sneered, looking at those black-clad men who were approaching him step by step, and couldn't help but step backwards.

"Shut up! You don't deserve to mention her in front of me!" Moon's eyes were filled with anger, "None of you deserves!" Mockery appeared on Chef's face, "It's not up to you to say if | deserve or not." He dragged his leg, which had been hit by Sylvia during the day, backward step by step.

Although he did not have a status as high as Moon in ZZ organization, but it did not mean that he would just give in.

The rain poured down, washing the earth.

The moment the black-clad men were about to pounce on Chef, suddenly an explosive sound sounded! A smoke grenade exploded in front of the crowd.

Even the rain could not make the smoke dissipate. The thick black smoke blocked the sight of the men in black.

And Chef took advantage of the opportunity to vanish in the darkness.

"Moon, what should we do?" A man said after coughing heavily several times.

"Chase after him!" Moon looked awful. Chef was getting more and more cunning. But he did not believe Chef could hide himself forever.

The early morning sunlight spilled into the room through the ward window.

It came to the young girl's face.

The young girl's beautiful face looked sofe. Perhaps feeling the sunlight, she slightly knitted her brows, her thick long eyelashes fluttering. Her watery eyes slowly opened.

She slowly sat up. The fresh air after the rain rushed into the ward with the morning breeze. She looked out the window at the green leaves and the moist earth with the fragrance of the earth.

Only then did she suddenly realize that it had rained all night last night.

Outside the window, there was the chirping of birds.

Birds? Poppy was stunned.

The door of the room was pushed open at this moment.