After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

In the dining room.

Mrs. Wright and Mayor Cody had been seated and saw them come in.

Mayor Cody said smilingly, "You youngster just sit together. Take it easy. It's merely a normal family dinner. We don't have many guests at ordinary time, and Brayden seldom come back. Such a lively feast is not usual.” He looked approachable, with a hint of stateliness.

But his words were not aloof at all.

"Mr. Wright. That's very kind of you." Sylvia smiled. "I hear that you want me to be the consultant of National Day Gala?" Mayor Cody felt a bit headache about this. He said, "Every year, we will spend some money on National Day Gala. However, the ratings were always low. And the rank of Larro TV Station fell behind all the other TV stations. So... | need your help this year." "No problem," Sylvia replied simply.

Mayor Cody hesitated for a while and asked, "Can you be the publicity stunt for it?" Sylvia looked at Mayor Cody. There was no fear in her eyes. She said calmly, in a neither overbearing nor servile tone, "To be honest, | don't want to show in public." Mayor Cody felt a bit disappointed, but he soon hid it.

"Master Keturah" was a perfect stunt. It would attract endless audience to watch the gala.

Franklin looked at Sylvia impassively, feeling nervous for her.

And Mrs. Wright felt a bit embarrassed. When she was about to be mediator, Sylvia's cold and clam voice called out again.

"But you can trust me. Let me take charge of the gala. | promise you will be satisfied with every performance." Mayor Cody raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your plan?" Sylvia turned her head aside slightly. Basked in the light from chandelier, her beautiful facial features were dazzling.

"For many people, ‘Master Keturah' is extremely attractive. But how about the ensemble? Their sweats will be ignored if the name ‘Master Keturah' steals all the attention. It can be a publicity stunt for once. But in the next year or the year after next year, it will not work." Her word was logical and thought-provoking.

Mayor Cody said subconsciously, "Go on." Sylvia paused and said, "So what we need is a feast for both eyes and ears for all the audience. It will allow them to never forget Larro, the ensemble of Larro and the gala night! Then they will look forward to our gala next year. The improvement of ratings needs real work instead of stunt." Mayor Cody nodded at her frequently, "Nice plan. You are thoughtful.” Mrs. Wright felt proud of her, radiant with vigor, "Of course. Sibbie. My sis." She really loved Sylvia.

And Franklin just looked at her obsessively.

She was so confident and beautiful when she was speaking.

It seemed that there was a halo around her making her so attractive.

Brayden was shocked. This lady was so thoughtful! "Mr. Wright, I need to decide the designs, dances and lights of the stage.” Sylvia didn't ask Mayor Cody for his suggestions but conveyed her idea to him directly without denial.

How aggressive she looked... How aggressive her tone was... If it was others, he would definitely be displeased. But he didn't feel angry at all about Sylvia but felt more convinced.

Franklin just sat close to Sylvia. He held her hand in his big palm, rubbing her fingers constantly with his rough fingers.

Sylvia gritted her teeth.

‘Damn Franklin, what are you doing when we are talking about real business? She struggled, but he gripped her hand more tightly.

It occurred to Sylvia that she trod on the wrong person's toe in Pearlhall Villa, thereby putting down her heel quietly.

It would be not good if she trod on others.

Especially it was the first time that she had been a guest in Wright Residence.

Franklin felt satisfied to hold her little hand. He picked up a shrimp for her with fork in his right hand and said, "It tastes good." And he picked up a piece of beef for her, "Braised Beef with Potatoes. One of the best recipes of Mrs. Wright." He had a frequent contact with Wright family, and thus he usually had meals in Wright Residence.

Although there were domestic workers, Mrs. Wright often cooked food. And today she made something she did best to entertain Sylvia.

"And this delicious Fried pork chop.” Franklin continued picking food for Sylvia without expression but his behavior today showed he was doting on Sylvia.

He didn't even realize that he looked tender when he did it for Sylvia...

It was totally different from the unapproachable "Franklin".

The Wrights knew about him quite well. Did Franklin pick up food for anybody? The answer was nobody! They looked at one another. Although they had known Franklin treated Sylvia differently, they were still stunned about this.

Mrs. Wright was not that pleased, but she couldn't show much of her feelings.

"Stop. | cannot finish it." Sylvia turned her head towards Franklin.

She didn't know how fast his heart throbbed for her now.

Franklin restrained himself from the desire of taking her home. He took a swallow and said, "OK." He snatched his glass and drank heavily in order to calm down.

The man closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath in secret.

"Sibbie, here is your soup." Mrs. Wright handed a bowl of soup to Sylvia.

Sylvia looked down on the soup, her eyes glittering.

Since her mother's death, she had not eaten soup made with white melons and ribs.

She took a sip. It tasted so familiar that she seemingly tried it in her childhood.

She couldn't help but take another sip.

Mrs. Wright looked a bit depressed as if she was recalling something. She said, "When | was young, | had a good friend. She taught me how to make this soup. But it's a shame..." "Mom, shame for what?" Brayden asked, feeling strange.

"Never mind." Mrs. Wright shook her head with a faint smile.

Mayor Cody took Mrs. Wright's cool hands gently and said, "Why talking about it?" Mrs. Wright said nothing.

"Franklin. That's enough.” Sylvia was a bit speechless for the plate in front of her which had been piled up like a hill.

She was not a pig.