After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

In the quiet space.

The young woman let out a sweet chuckle to break the silence.

Then, she turned around with the harp in her arms.

When Tiffany saw Keturah's face clearly, she was shocked. She widened her eyes incredulously and shouted, "Why is it you?" Sylvia kept smiling. Her calm and lovely face made her look like an angel.

At this time, she wore a traditional dress, which made her look like a raving beauty from the court painting! Franklin was also shocked and stared at Sylvia, who held the harp and was breathtakingly beautiful.

The shock in his eyes turned into anger.

No wonder she was calm when she promised him to make an appointment with Master Keturah.

No wonder she could decide to give Mr. Rogers one more painting of Master Keturah.

No wonder she could auction off Master Keturah's painting on her behalf.

It was because she was Master Keturah! The tea cup placed in front of Sylvia was steaming. Sylvia put the harp on the table beside her and gently smiled. "Mr.

Maskelyne, you spent nine million in exchange for a meeting with me. Why?" Franklin looked at her like a hunter staring at his prey.

His gaze was sharp, oppressive, and frightening.

"Sylvia, what do you take me for? A fool?" "Mr. Maskelyne, you spent nine million just to ask such a question?" Sylvia supported her chin with her hands, with mockery in her eyes.

Franklin never asked her about her relationship with Master Keturah. She shouldn't be blamed for not telling him about it, right? If she introduced herself as Master Keturah, nobody would believe her, right? She could tell Tiffany didn't believe it from Tiffany's goggling eyes.

Mrs. Wright didn't expect Franklin to know Sylvia. She asked Franklin in surprise, "Frank, do you know Sibbie?" "More than than!" Franklin gritted his teeth and sounded fierce.

At the sight of Franklin's angry face, Mrs. Wright stood in front of Sylvia to protect her, "Frank, Sibbie and | are good friends. | will never allow you to hurt her! If you do, don't blame me for getting back at you!" The Wright family and the Maskelyne family had a deep relationship.

The children of the two families grew up together. Franklin was like Mrs. Wright's son.

It was the first time that Franklin had seen that Mrs. Wright was so protective of an outsider.

His heart contracted. "Auntie... | would not hurt her." "Then calm down." Mrs. Wright glared at him. "Come on, why are you looking for Sibbie?" Franklin was preparing to say his purpose, but Tiffany shook her head and said, "No, | don't want to learn from her." A hint of coldness flashed across Sylvia's beautiful face as she squinted slightly. "I don't want to teach you." "Miss Evans, right?" Mrs. Wright finally looked at Tiffany. "Don’t you know what Sibbie is? Sibbie is not only Master Keturah but also the designer of LX. That's why you were banned by LX. You don't deserve to be a noble lady. The Wright family has some connections with the Evans family. | feel pity for the old Evans, for he has a granddaughter like you." Mrs. Wright was so angry about Tiffany after reading the trending topic yesterday.

Tiffany, the shrew, dared to make a scene at LX Shoppe, insulted the brand, and even wanted to slap Sibbie! Now that Tiffany came here to look for trouble, she would seize this chance to teach Tiffany a good reason.

Tiffany's face changed.

She had to hold back her anger, because she couldn't afford to offend Mrs. Wright.

Even if it was Neve being scolded by Mrs. Wright, she would have to swallow the anger.

Tiffany couldn't understand why Mrs. Wright stood up for Sylvia.

Aggrieved and angry, she had tears in her eyes.

She turned to leave, but Mrs. Wright sounded from behind her, "Do you take the Radisson Royal Restaurant as your home where you can come and leave freely? Apologize! You must apologize to Sibbie!" As the mayor's wife, Mrs. Wright was formidable.

Tiffany looked at Franklin in humiliation, but Franklin turned a blind eye to her.

If Franklin had known that Master Keturah was Sylvia, he would not have brought Tiffany to her, or let Tiffany learn from her.

Aggrieved, Tiffany cried bitterly. "She should be to blame. Why should | be treated like this? What have | done wrong? Why should | apologize? | am now the target of public criticism and laughingstock. | am banned by the Flourishing Age Group. It's all her fault. | am a victim. Why should | apologize to her?" Mrs. Wright was shocked to hear Tiffany's defensive words.

She was about to speak again, but Sylvia put her hand on her wrist. "Sis, no need to stand up for me." 'Sis? Sylvia called my auntie sis?" At the thought, Franklin's face was ablaze with rage.

He blurted out, "How can you call her sis?" "Frank, | told you to be nice to Sibbie. Got it?" Mrs. Wright glared at Franklin. "Sibbie is my bestie. Of course, she should call me 'Sis'l" Franklin took a deep breath.

Mrs. Wright was his auntie, and Sylvia called Mrs. Wright "Sis".

What should he call Sylvia, "auntie"? It was so ridiculous! Anger boiled up in his chest.

Outdone by Sylvia in all aspects, Tiffany felt herself too miserable, but nobody felt pity for her.

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head desperately, "You are bullying me!" She turned and rushed out.

Franklin stood there, his sharp eyes fixed on Sylvia.

Sylvia was holding the teapot with her long fingers and pouring tea for Mrs. Wright elegantly and said softly, "Sis, please drink tea." Mrs. Wright sighed and took the cup. "You are so tender. Even that shrew dares to bully you.” "Soft?" Franklin felt it was a ridiculous remark.