After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Poppy looked at the couple in front of her, she bit her lip, "Dad ... don't let me sleep with those bosses, OK? | will make money and repay you, Dad ..." "Poppy, you should know your position. Do you know why we raised you up?" Mrs. Maskelyne cupped the young girl's chin, "Of course, we raise you up to trade you for money! Maskelyne Group is firmly controlled by Franklin. It's so hard to make him fund our laboratory. Also, | feel unhappy to use the Maskelyne family's money." "Mr. King was very unhappy when you stood him up last time." Tyrell looked at Poppy with an expressionless face, "Hurry up and change your clothes and come with us." Franklin was not at home, and only two bodyguards were left to guard her.

These two bodyguards were no match for Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne. What was more, the couple had dozens of black-clad men with them.

Poppy gritted her teeth and stood up. "You wait for me for a few minutes." She grabbed her phone and went into the room.

She looked at the door somewhat anxiously, and then casually fished a dress out of her closet.

She opened her phone and sent a Facebook message to Franklin.

She didn't dare to call for fear that the couple in the living room would find out.

After that, she sent a Facebook message to both James and Sylvia, asking for help.

Sylvia was having dinner with the president and vice president of the Piano Association and several piano masters.

She heard her phone vibrate.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, and suddenly her face changed.

A stern look appeared on her beautiful face.

"Sorry, everyone, | have to go first." With that, she stood up and walked towards the door of the private box.

Just as she got up, the door of the private box was pushed open and Clare stepped in.

Seeing that she was leaving with her bag on her back, the handsome and noble man raised his eyebrows, "Miss Andrews, do you hate me so much that you have to leave just as | arrive." The man's voice was extremely attractive and flirtatious.

He was an extremely attractive man with a handsome face, a mellow voice and a good family background.

He was extremely eye-catching and elegant.

Countless women lusted after him.

However ...

Sylvia always treated him with indifference.

His interest in her was aroused.

Also, his familiarity of her made him want to pay attention to her.

Sylvia heard the man's voice in front of her and just looked at him with a bland expression, "Mr. Hipps, | have something to do first. Sorry." She did not make much explanation.

But she was a little anxious and impatient.

Her worry about Poppy made her impatient with Clare.

She was afraid that if she arrived a few minutes late, something might happen to Poppy.

She looked down and sent Facebook messages to Poppy as she headed out.

"Miss Andrews, seems you don't wanna show me any respect.” Sylvia froze.

Looking up, she saw his throat bob.

The man's deep voice struck her eardrums.

Sylvia lifted her eyes. "I have something to do and | have to go." With that, she lifted her hand and pushed Clare's arm away, striding outside.

Franklin, after seeing Poppy's message, drove himself towards Townyer Villa.

Inside Townyer Villa.

Poppy finally changed her clothes. She changed into a snow-white dress, showing her curvy figure. Her long and slender legs were extremely attractive.

"No wonder you can be picked as the female lead.” Mrs. Maskelyne sneered and looked Poppy up and down for a while. "Let's go." The eye-catching young girl followed her silently. She was nervous.

She knew she could not fight back because she was not a good fighter.

She could only pretend to be obedient for the time being, and listen to Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne.

Otherwise, the only one who would suffer could only be her.

After she thought so, she got into the car and sat in the back of the car without fear.

Fortunately, the couple did not confiscate her cell phone.

She kept sharing Sylvia with her location, hoping Sylvia and Franklin would follow the route to find and save her.

Poppy kept praying inside.

Finally.

The car pulled up in front of a luxurious villa.

Tyrell looked coldly at her, "Be a good girl and make Mr. King comfortable. If you don't perform well, there will be no good consequences for you!" Poppy was sad.

She thought a lot on the way here.

It was her bad luck that her parents were unkind. If she resigned to her fate, it was her own fault.

She couldn't let her parents control her! She waited anxiously for Sylvia and for Franklin.

She checked her phone every now and then and found that Sylvia had answered her, "Wait for me!" Poppy was finally less anxious. Sylvia would definitely find her.

Her location in real time was given to Sylvia.

"Why don't you get out of the car?" Mrs. Maskelyne pushed Poppy, who glared at her. "Don't push me. I'll get off myself!" With that, she got out of the car, and then stood there quietly.

Probably because they had noticed the commotion, the butler came out. "This way please.” The King family had been in the bathroom accessory business and made a lot of money.

But Hale King was just a nouveau riche with money and power.

A few years ago, his wife passed away. In the past two years he had been trying to date a young and beautiful woman with a good family background.

He played with a lot of women, but none of them deserved to get married to.

A nouveau riche like him was simply not accepted by the upper class.

So he could not marry the young lady that he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne took the initiative to send their daughter to him in exchange for 300 million.

Poppy did not think she would be worth so much.

When she entered the living room, she saw a coffee table in the center, the TV stand and sofa were neatly arranged.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged man with a pot belly. The man smiled and looked at Poppy.

He was amazed slightly.

What a beautiful girl.