After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 133

Franklin was handsome and aloof, exuding a powerful vibe.

He took the head seat and began the pre-flight meeting.

After the meeting, all crew prepared for the following flight.

As the plane rose into the sky above the clouds, Sylvia's euphoric voice echoed in his mind.

He had never heard her sing until she sang for someone else, and now he was devoured by jealousy.

He had to admit that her voice was much more mellifluous than popular singers and even full of

irresistible charm.

He collected himself after taking a deep breath and focused on work.

Early in the morning, all the actors gathered in the studio hall of the city government to rehearse.

Rosie approached Sylvia. "Unexpectedly, apart from being on good terms with Master Keturah, you're

competent enough to organize such a large event. Why don't you invite Master Keturah? Your

cooperation will claim people's attention."

"Rosie, did you rehearse your dance today? Did you learn all the dance steps?" Sylvia raised her

eyebrows and asked.

"Miss Andrews, we are friends. Don't be too strict with me, right?" Rosie looked around and secretly put

a small, delicate diamond worth tens of thousands of dollars into Sylvia's hand.

"Rosie will buy Royal Galaxy's bubble tea for all of us," Sylvia glanced at it, smilingly said loudly, and

tossed it in the air.

Rosie was seething with anger. "Well, you..."

"Am I wrong? Are you bribing me with this diamond? In that case, I can't take it." Sylvia pretended to be

surprised and gave it back to Rosie.

"Of course not. I exchange it for bubble tea." Rosie, on the verge of crying, couldn't expose her

purpose publicly.

Sylvia wore a teasing smile. "Fine, I call Royal Galaxy right now."

"Hello? I want to order 120 cups of bubble tea. Send them to the building located at 7 Central Avenue.

My name is Sylvia. By the way, I pay the bill with a diamond."

All were shocked since Sylvia aimed to insult Rosie.

...

In the president's office of the Wilson Group, "Master Clark, it was my fault. I accept any punishment."

Winter said, full of guilt.

"Winter, how would I punish you? None of us saw this one coming." Clark seemingly comforted her but

actually, bursting with wrath, cursed this stupid woman who had been tricked by Sylvia. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

His efforts would be in vain if those wealthy women had their doubts about Wilson philanthropic

foundation.

Since Sylvia save those children a few days ago, he couldn't deliver goods on time and thus grew

increasing hatred for Sylvia.

"Where did this woman come from? Why is she so influential in Larro?" Clark turned sinister. "I had

planned to sell those children to a powerful family in Emkath. Now, after the child abductions made the

news, police are on alert. It's hard to find the right kids."

"Master Clark, how about...getting some children in the village?"

Winter got an idea. "People in the city pay attention to their children, but village people will not."

Clark clenched his teeth in bitter hatred. "Send some burly men over, instead of those stupid ones."

"Don't worry." Winter nodded. "What should we do to Sylvia? Should we give up the plan to win over

Master Keturah?"

"There are plenty of rich women besides Master Keturah. As to Sylvia, this damn woman stood in my

way. She gotta pay a price for her wrongdoing." Clark's eyes were full of viciousness. "I will deal with

Sylvia. Find children as soon as possible and we can't afford to offend those aristocrats in Emkath."

"I see." Winter left and Clark sat alone in the office.

After a while, he made a call and said in an aggressive tone. "Kill a woman for me."

...

In Evans Residence, Evans lay in bed listening to music. She couldn't go shopping because the

salespeople in the store all knew her and sold her nothing. Besides, no good friends could relieve her

boredom.

Suddenly, she got a call from Darcie who was from a wealthy family but chose to be an airline

stewardess, or specifically, a laughing stock in the upper class.

"Hello? Evans, I just got off the plane. I fly to Lleilaga with Captain Franklin today," Darcie said on the

other side of the phone.

"Captain Franklin? What? You mean you and Franklin are in the same crew?" Evans flung herself from

the bed.

"Yes. Don't you know it yet?" Darcie was surprised. "Several big stores in Lleilaga are on sale today.

Would you like me to bring home some bags for you? My gifts for you."

Evans was tempted but wondered why Darcie who had little connection with her in high school decided

to send gifts.

"No, thanks. I have enough bags." Evans declined.

"Come on. Every time I'm in charge of an overseas flight, I always bring gifts to my friends at home. I'll

buy you gifts. See you."

Darcie and her colleagues went into luxury stores to pick out the season's new bags.

"Hey, look, Captain Franklin stands in front of that shoppe," one of them said and pointed out.

Others looked over and found him standing in front of a luxury store and saying to the saleswoman,

"Get me all the new bags of every color and every style."

They gasped in shock. "How generous."

"His wife is deeply loved."

"All new bags."

"God. If I get these bags, I'll faint with happiness."

"The cheapest bags cost hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"All those bags he bought should cost him a lot."

Darcie was pissed off. The two bags she bought for Evans cost her 20, 000 dollars.

By contrast, Franklin bought all the new bags, and the cheapest one cost hundreds of thousands.

Darcie was bursting with jealousy for Franklin's wife.