After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 465 He closed the door and left the room. When he came across some police officers, he pressed the brim of his cap and brushed past them with his head down.

A police officer glanced at his back suspiciously, "How come that colleague just now looks a bit strange?" "Yeah! | feel he's a little strange too." They did not think much about it.

They were completely unaware of what was happening inside the cell at this time.

A woman's eyes were round. She felt it hard to breathe, so she pinched her neck in pain.

"Ah...ah.." A hoarse scream came from inside the woman's throat, and several police officers outside heard the scream and immediately rushed in.

Hope was seen digging her fingers into the ground in pain, her nails all broken and blood pouring out along her fingers.

"Help - help - me!" She saw the police and painfully held out her bloody palms toward them.

She had dishevelled hair, with her eyes protruding and blood spilling out of them, as if she were a female ghost crawling out of hell.

The police officers who were scared immediately shouted, "Hurry! Hurry! Call an ambulance!" Hope seemed like a fish deprived of oxygen as she finally crawled to the feet of a police officer and let out a broken voice with difficulty, "Cla- Clark- he, he, he killed me. Cla-" "What did you say? What are you saying? Who killed you?" The policeman shouted nervously.

But Hope's eyes rolled up, her head tilted, and she lost her breath.

Later that day.

The news of Hope, a famous actress, died in the prison then spread all over the internet.

The netizens were discussing it heatedly.

"She was put in jail because of stealing something and then she died? Why do | feel like this is a murder.” "l agree." "Sylvia didn't kill her, did she?" "Hey, | don't get caught up in your conspiracy theory. Sylvia is not so bold to go to the prison to kill someone, right?" "But Hope seems to only have a problem with Sylvia." "Shit! Sylvia is Mrs. Maskelyne, rich and powerful, so it's easy for her to kill someone." It was as if there was an invisible hand that kept leading the public opinion against Sylvia.

Alot of revelations were made on the Internet.

"I have a friend who works in the police department and he said that when Hope died that day, a man disguised as a police officer and went into the cell!" "Oh my God! It looks like Sylvia sent someone in to kill Hope, and she died in a horrible way." "Hope just stole a ring. Did Sylvia have to get her killed?" "Sylvia is too cruel, and her public persona has been ruined!" "Yup!" Those public opinion against Sylvia leaned to one side.

Inside a shooting range in Larro.

The entire shooting range was reserved by Sylvia.

Sylvia wore a dark colored camouflage suit with a belt around her waist to make her slim waist look sexy.

Her long, straight legs were wrapped in Dr Martens Boots.

Her smartness attracted numerous male staff members who could not move their eyes.

Ignoring those gazes, she gripped the pistol in her hand and aimed it at the farthest target! Bang! One shot! Right in the center of the target! She did not look happy to hit the target like the others. With her head hung low slightly, she expressionlessly turned the half- moon-shaped cassette, and when she raised her head again, she fired five shots in a row! The bullets all hit the same spot! It shot straight through that target made of solid wood! The surrounding staff in charge of changing the target was so shocked that they couldn't react for a while.

The muzzle of the gun in the woman's hand was smoking, and she was about to switch her gun to a sniper rifle.

Just then, a man and a woman came towards her.

The man was tall and handsome. The woman was lovely and beautiful. As soon as they appeared, they attracted a lot of attention.

The two walked up to her and then stopped. The man raised an eyebrow, "Boss, you didn't even miss a single shot." "Logan, it's not like it's the first day you've known our boss." The woman ruffled her long chestnut hair, her round eyes adorable, "Who else can be so generous to reserve this whole place but our boss, the owner of this place?" The woman dressed up in a lovely way. She wore a bubble dress and a pair of leather shoes.

The pink dress made her baby-fat face look more lovely, and no matter what Logan said, she was all smiles.

Such a cute lady seemed out of place.

"Boss, are you in a bad mood?" Evie Anto smiled sweetly, her cute round eyes wide.

Logan raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so. Our boss have such a degree of mental health. Do you think the public opinion on the Internet can influence her mood? You do underestimate our boss." "But ... Look!" Evie pointed to the target that Sylvia had shot through. "It's all pierced!" Logan then looked over in surprise, and when he saw the pierced target clearly, he couldn't help but shout, "Wow! Our boss is awesome!" They were all highly trained, and shooting was a piece of cake for them.

But Logan didn't think his marksmanship could be as good as Sylvia.

He could easily score 10 points by hitting the gold inner ring, but he couldn't shoot the same spot all the time like Sylvia! He couldn't do it! That hole in the center was so small! How did she do it? Evie was much calmer than him, her round eyes slightly narrowed, her hands put into the lace pocket in her dress, "Wow, our boss is really amazing. Logan, do you have any good way to help our boss out of this public opinion crisis?" "I have a solution, but the precondition is our boss agrees! Our boss is obviously defamed." Logan looked angry.

"That unpopular artist died. Why should the boss be blamed? | just think, that conflict at the banquet might be a part of the plan made by the guys behind it." Evie snorted, "Where did they get the gall to plot against our boss? Do they think we're just white elephant? | will handle this matter. I'l find out who's behind it." "You're willing to offer a hand?" Logan suppressed the urge to laugh and said in a serious manner, "Evie , | can help you." "Forget it! | just returned home. Then our boss is being bullied by someone who has a death wish!" Evie said in a bad mood, "I'm in a very bad mood right now." At this point, the beautiful woman stopped the movement of her hands. Her indifferent eyes swept to the two people as noisy as parrots.

"Come over here and play a game with me." Logan's face looked frustrated, "Boss, forget it ..." He didn't want to ask for trouble.

Evie, however, was excited and thrilled, in contrast to Logan's bitter face, "Alright! I'm in!"