After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 81

The brand LX was also on the list of trending topics.

Netizens were discussing the popularity of LX and its amazing designs.

Watching the heated discussion, Rose couldn't help saying, "Fortune finally favors you. I don't need to

spend more money to make you a trending topic this time."

"Come on, I won't be unlucky all the time!" said Honey contentedly. "It's thanks to Miss Andrews this

time. She is awesome."

"Tiffany is brainless. She showed her true colors in public. Last time when she attended your birthday

party, I thought she was a schemer!" Rose said scornfully. "This time, she did discredit the Evans

family."

"You're right!" said Honey, still reading the trending topic about her.

She and Franklin were on the same hashtag. After that, no one would regard her as a mistress again,

right?

She was the one-day shop manager invited by LX, but Tiffany appeared with Franklin this time.

Clearly, Tiffany was more like the mistress!

Although she wanted to be Mrs. Maskelyne, Tiffany had done much more than her!

The news that Tiffany was banned from buying LX clothing also became a trending topic.

The pictures and videos of Tiffany making a scene at the LX Shoppe taken by the celebs and some

passers-by were posted on Twitter.

"Tiffany reveals her true color."

"She turns out to be a shrew."

"An ill-bred woman from the musical family?"

"She really impresses me."

"I always think she is disingenuous. My intuition turns out to be right."

"We were all cheated by her."

The most surprising thing was that she wanted to slap Logan's girlfriend. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

But Franklin stopped her and protected Sylvia.

Franklin was handsome. He was even more attractive when he had a cold face! Even if the videos

weren't taken seriously, Sylvia looked beautiful and elegant and Franklin was handsome in them.

When they stood together, they looked surprisingly like a perfect couple.

"Did Mrs. Maskelyne know Mr. Maskelyne protected Miss Andrews?"

"Will Mrs. Maskelyne abuse Mr. Maskelyne because of that?"

"Maybe she will punish him. But he looked so amazing the moment he stopped Tiffany from slapping

Miss Andrews!"

"I still want to know if Mrs. Maskelyne knows that?"

"Hey, compared with Miss Andrews who was cool, Tiffany is like a whore. People who do not know

about them must think that Miss Andrews is the heir of the musical family!"

"Yeah, Miss Andrews fits my imagination of accomplished ladies!"

Tiffany did not expect that what happened that day would stir up a heated discussion.

She stayed at home and dared not go anywhere.

Neve was so angry that he almost fainted in the hospital when he read the news on the Internet.

Hurrying back, she saw Tiffany, who curled up in the corner of the bed and cried bitterly.

She was angry and said, "You keep bad news to yourself and say you will be with Franklin. But now I

doubt if Franklin will cut you off after you make such a scene!"

"Mom, what can I do now?" Tiffany kept crying. "I don't know what drove me to act like that."

"You are so silly! Your grandpa is in hospital. If you still want to be the heir, you must try every means to

patch things up with Franklin!" Neve was exasperated.

"Mom!" Tiffany looked up at Neve with tears. "Mom, he is pissed off by me. What can I do..."

"How stupid you are" Neve took a deep breath angrily and then bent over, whispering to Tiffany.

Tiffany listened very carefully. "I see, Mom. I will do as you said."

"Put your mind to it, and don't let me down again," Neve said coldly.

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Townyer Villa.

After going home, Franklin slowly exhaled when he looked at the empty living room.

He was so hungry.

He hadn't eaten anything since he had breakfast in the morning.

He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

When he saw the refrigerator full of food, he was less angry.

He took out a box of pasta and heated it in the microwave oven.

Since it was cooked by Sylvia, he was very happy to eat it.

His stomach pain eased.

But when he thought the reason why Sylvia made so much food, he was irritated.

'Damn it, does she hate coming back so much?'

'She cooked so much.'

The food was enough for him to eat for a week!

After eating the pasta, he took a photo of the empty box and sent it to Sylvia on Twitter.

"Finished."

Sylvia didn't text him back.

He stared blankly at the message interface.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, he didn't get a response.

He was more impatient, tapping the video call button with his slender finger.

Sylvia had hardly left the bathroom when she heard the ringtone of a video call. Who was it? It was so

late.

Grabbing her mobile phone, she saw the video call popping up.

Franklin...

She took the call.

His handsome face came into view.

"Why don't you reply to my message?"

"I'm taking a bath." Sylvia looked nonchalant.

She was wearing a large white bathrobe.

Sylvia naturally pressed the corner of her coat, flipping her long wet hair with her other hand.

The left-side bathrobe was soaked by her wet hair on the left shoulder.

The water dropped slowly and slid down her long neck to her collar bone which was glowing under the

light.

After bathing, her cheeks were pink, and her skin was fair and moist.

Her clear eyes were beautiful and charming.

Franklin was aroused though they were on the video call.

Franklin's sexy Adam's apple bobbed. "The pasta is delicious."

Sylvia chuckled, her fair hands holding a towel to wipe the drops on her hair. "It's easy to cook. Mr.

Maskelyne, you've enjoyed delicacies of every kind, haven't you? But you think the pasta is delicious. I

don't buy it."

Franklin's face was expressionless.

He didn't talk, and neither did Sylvia.

Sylvia couldn't figure out why he called her.

She stood up slowly. Some noises came to Franklin's ears. Soon, she sat back.

Franklin saw that she had a hair dryer in her hand.

Before he could speak, he heard the sound of a hair dryer.

Franklin wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth.

He used to blow dry Sylvia's hair. Sylvia's hair was very long and soft. It felt smooth when he held it in

his hand.

He used to grab a strand of her hair to fiddle with.

Now... He looked down at his empty palm.

His body seemed to vaguely remember the soft and smooth touch.

After blowing dry her hair, Sylvia applied hair care essential oil.

Sylvia ran her hand through her hair and found that her hair was almost dry.

She put down the hair dryer. "I'm done."

Franklin was watching her silently. She was charming, and attractive. Even when she ran her hand

through her hair casually, she was giving off sexual energy.

He suppressed his desire for her.

"You promised to let me meet Master Keturah."

"Oh, yes. Tomorrow. She happens to be free," Sylvia said calmly.

Franklin was wordless.

'It's hard for others to meet Master Keturah. Why did she arrange the meeting so casually as if it was

not a big deal?' thought Franklin.

"Do you know her well?"

"Kind of."

Franklin whispered, "Well... See you tomorrow."

"OK. Do you have anything else?" Sylvia looked at him calmly with no emotion in her lovely eyes.

It seemed that he was a stranger to her.

"No," Franklin said in a lower voice.