After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 136

Sylvia waved her hand. "Don't mention it."

It was on Franklin's treat.

After answering the call from her mother outside the hall, Helena came to Sylvia and said awkwardly,

"Miss Andrews, my mother wants to invite you for dinner. Are you available? You have met her in

Wilson Group Tulip Town."

"Why?" Sylvia stared at her for a while.

"She likes you and wants to show her gratitude for guiding me in singing," Helena explained.

Rosie eavesdropped on them. With an odd feeling, she quickly sent Winter a text message to inform

Winter.

...

As night fell, the moon surrounded by several stars was shining in the sky.

Sylvia accepted Helena's invitation and came to Lee Residence after dancing teaching.

Mrs. Lee warmly ushered her into the dining room. "After getting my daughter's call, I immediately Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

asked the chef to prepare meals. Help yourself. Miss Andrews."

"Thank you, Mrs. Lee." She sat down and thanked the servant who handed her the towel.

"I didn't expect that my daughter is learning dance from you. You are so excellent. Well, you are about

the same age. You are so talented, but my daughter is so ordinary." Mrs. Lee ingratiated herself with

Sylvia.

Helena complained, "Mom, I am a good singer, okay?"

Sylvia chuckled. "Helena is competent in work and good at dancing. Save these polite words. Just get

straight to the point."

The moment Sylvia walked into the house, she felt something fishy since Mrs. Lee prepared so many

dishes on the table for just three people.

Mrs. Lee finally confessed, "Well, actually, I want to tell you something."

After Mrs. Lee told Sylvia what happened to Mrs. Booker, Sylvia sat and replied expressionlessly, "I'm

sorry. I can't offer you help, but I can tell you how to deal with this matter."

"Miss Andrews, last time you exposed that guy was a fraud. I'm glad to hear that you have a way to

help us out. I'm all ears." Mrs. Lee nodded.

She whispered in Mrs. Lee's ear and sat back. "Got it?"

"Yes. Thank you." Mrs. Lee nodded and put delicious dishes on Sylvia's plate. "Let's enjoy the meal."

After Sylvia finished dinner and left, Helena felt it unreal that Sylvia, at a young age, could think of a

way to help her sophisticated mother.

She asked, "What did she say to you, mother?"

"Don't be nosy, my girl. You should learn more from her." Mrs. Lee went back to her bedroom.

...

Sylvia drove her Land Rover on the road at late night.

On leaving Lee Residence, she noticed she was trailed after by a car.

She smirked charmingly and stepped on the gas.

The car sped down the road.

The car trailed after her also sped up.

Sylvia proficiently controlled the car at a high speed and drew distance from the car behind her.

She turned into a road with many twists and turns and drove smoothly with great skill.

The average driver on this road could easily run into the railing on the curve.

The car behind failed to catch up with her though the driver tried his best.

"Fuck."

"Did she hire a professional driver? Why is her car so fast?"

"No, she is the driver."

"Is she such a good driver?"

Several men in the back of the car were on the verge of vomiting when their driver passed several

curves at a high speed.

"Come on. Be careful. Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

With the screams of them, the car crashed into the road railings, causing smoke to rise from the

engine.

Dazzled, with blood on their heads, they stumbled and tried their best to get out.

Sylvia drove the Land Rover and disappeared from their sight.

At the sight of the crash behind her in the rear-view mirror, she wore a triumphant smile.

'Pathetic guys. Wanna catch up with me? Dream on.'

...

The next morning, Sylvia got up to have breakfast as usual and was ready to go to the studio hall.

As soon as she opened the villa door, she was startled by the automatic loading truck at the entrance

piled with more than one hundred boxes.

Inside these boxes were designer bags or clothes.

The driver asked when he saw her, "Are you Miss Andrews? Mr. Maskelyne bought these gifts from

Emkath for you. Where do you want me to put these?"

When she noticed the Bentley not far away, Franklin gracefully walked over and looked extremely

enchanting under the golden morning sunshine.

He sized up Sylvia who wore a white dress.

With long hair and pretty eyes, her fair face glowed under the sunshine.

Bewitched by her lovely face, he was eager to dash forward to embrace her.

His heart pounded.

He came to her and looked down. "Do you like these gifts?"

She had received a real estate complex worth 2.8 billion dollars and 999 roses and babybreath. Now

he sent her luxury brands that filled the trunk.

Was squandering money all he could do?

She took a deep breath. "Franklin, can you do something meaningful? What you did makes me think

you have a bad taste."

Franklin lost his words. After a while, he asked, "Could you tell me what I should do, sweetie?"

"Don't call me that way. I get to work now." She cast a glance at these boxes and speechlessly shook

her head.

"These are all the latest clothes and bags. Won't you take a look? You'll find something you like." He

turned sullen after noticing that she showed no interest in the gifts he picked for her.

She disdained to shoot a glance at these expensive gifts.

Different from airline stewardesses who could only afford one or two bags and had to hold back their

desire for more bags, Sylvia had no desire for them.

As tensions grew, Franklin's eyes were bursting with rage.

Mixed feelings rose inside Sylvia.

She had many designer bags, so she didn't need these gifts.

It was just that she couldn't figure out why Franklin sent gifts to her like crazy.