After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Then Franklin stretched out his arm and moved her plate to him and began to eat.

Sylvia looked at him in astonishment. The Wrights goggled at him too.

Franklin was a germophobe, wasn't he? It was so...shocking! Mayor Cody thought that this lass was adorable indeed, unlike those aristocrat ladies who only took a few bites because they were picky about food or they wanted to lose weights, which turned others’ stomachs.

Just then, there came a resonant laughter from the gate.

"Is Mayor Cody home?" In fact, people in the complex seldom locked their gates.

The following was a footstep.

Mayor Cody and Mrs. Wright immediately stood up and moved towards the gate.

It was Police Chief with a few policemen and a silk banner, walking in the living room.

"Hello, Mr. Hill. What does that mean?" Mayor Cody felt confused.

Mr. Hill laughed and said, "I saw the heroine was here when | came back just now. So, | hurry back to give the heroin a silk banner." He pointed at the Land Rover, "Her car is still there!" Heroine? Mayor Cody and Mrs. Wright couldn't help but look at the direction of dining room.

It was Sylvia's car. Did Police Chief come to visit her? "Who's the heroine?" Brayden had totally no idea about it.

Police Chief then knew that they hadn't learned about what happened this afternoon.

He ordered his assistant to explain, "Roy, tell them about it." Roy cleared his throat and said, "Miss Andrews confronted with an accident at about 6 p.m. She not only saved the children out of the van but also captured the traffickers. She is a valiant martial artist!" "So, we decide to award her 50,0008 and a silk banner! Where's Miss Andrews?" said Mr. Hill excitedly.

Franklin leaned forward to Sylvia's ears, his deep and low voice said, "Sweetie, your hobby includes capturing bastards?" Sylvia's ears turned red, and she kicked on him gently.

She stood up and walked out to the living room. Then she saw Mr. Hill, the policemen and the banner.

She looked calm, receiving the banner and saying, "I take the banner. As for the money, give it to people in need." "Miss Andrews, you are really...admirable.” Mr. Hill didn't expect that Sylvia was so beautiful! A policeman behind Mr. Hill was videoing and asked Mayor Cody, Mr. Hill to stand next to Sylvia and took a photo.

Sylvia just felt embarrassed.

But Mrs. Wright was pleased and said, "Sibbie, no wonder you said you got in a traffic jam. It turns out that you knocked down the bad guys incidentally. Awesome!" Brayden was shocked again.

This girl was so miraculous! Even Mayor Cody felt a bit astonished. If others did what she did, they might hype themselves for how wonderful they were at once.

But Sylvia said nothing about it, though she had been here for so long.

What if Mr. Hill didn't notice her car? Did she intend to hide it from everyone? Franklin just stood aside in silence. Some tenderness emerged from his cold face. It seemed that only when he looked at Sylvia his character iceberg would tend to thaw.

Sylvia was his wife. No doubt she was the best.

Mr. Hill said, "Now that Miss Andrews insists, we will donate the money to Wilson philanthropic foundation in the name of Miss Andrews." Mrs. Wright didn't have a good impression of Wilson Group, and she suggested, "Mr. Hill, Sylvia has a good relationship with Master Keturah. How about donating it to the foundation of Master Keturah?" "That's great." Mr. Hill would naturally not refuse.

Normal people would never have a chance to dine with Mayor Cody in his home.

He knew about it very much. After having a small talk with Mayor Cody, he left with his men.

Outside, he immediately asked his assistant to tweet the video.

"We must promote what Miss Andrews did to set a good example for citizens. After all, there are too few people doing boldly what is righteous for nothing in the society.” "Yes, sir." In the living room.

Brayden glanced at his phone and said to Franklin, "Flank, my friends asked me to go to Borealis Club. Together?" "It's OK. Don't drink too much." Mrs. Wright warned.

Franklin's cool eyes fell on Sylvia. He asked, "Together?" Mrs. Wright quickly said, "It's not good for a girl to go to club.” The man looked straight at Mrs. Wright who felt a chill in the back. Then Mayor Cody said, "Youngsters should expose themselves more to youngsters. Sibbie, just go." Franklin then eased a bit and stretched his arm towards Sylvia.

Sylvia subconsciously stepped back and said, "I can walk." She would not refuse as Mayor Cody had told her to go.

Looking at them three leave, Mrs. Wright felt a bit worried, "Obviously, Franklin has an ulterior motive for Sibbie." "Don't worry. From my perspective, it's good. In these years, | have never seen Frank care about anyone like this.” Mayor Cody was clear. "Much less your Sibbie... isn't innocent as she looks. Normal people cannot control such kind of girl." Franklin couldn't drive because he just drank.

Originally, it was Brayden who drove him here. Brayden poked his head out from the car, "Miss Andrews, go with me!" When Sylvia hesitated, she was pushed into the car by a big hand holding her slim waist.

And the tall man just sat next to her.

Sylvia was speechless.

Could he be less bossy? She thought she had made it clear in the Radisson Royal Restaurant.

However, it seemed that...Franklin still didn't understand.

On the way to the club, they kept silent except Brayden who uttered a few words sporadically.

Brayden thought he was a driver for the two behind.

Franklin rubbed her waist with his hand from time to time. Sylvia was in a good shape without flab.

His breath became heavy.

Sylvia was sensitive that she perceived Franklin's changing state. She twisted to keep away from him smoothly.

It was silent refusal and resistance.

The man saw that she got rid of his palm, feeling a bit disappointed.

He couldn't control himself to stretch his arm again, but Sylvia gripped his wrist quickly and said, "Franklin, that's enough.” Brayden was driving in the front who actually listened to their conversation carefully and saw what happened in the back through the rear-view mirror.

Jesus! There was a thing! Franklin's voice was low and charming. His eyes were vague with some feelings. He said, "Sweetie, my wife, enough is enough.” Brayden almost crashed into the traffic bars beside the road! Fuck! What did he hear? Wife? So, his ex-wife was Sylvia? God damn it.

Was he joking? "Franklin, we got divorced." Sylvia stared at him, saying each word slowly.

"So what?" the man didn't care.

"Divorce means we are done." The car stopped in front of the Borealis Club which was the favorite place of rich guys in Larro.