After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 91

"Now you just pretend to know nothing?" Poppy insulted Sylvia almost each time they met in

Maskelyne Residence. In her eyes, Sylvia was a white elephant kept by Franklin.

Thus, it made her feel better to question Sylvia habitually as they met here.

Impassively, Sylvia looked at Poppy and said, "Miss Maskelyne, I don't think I am close enough to you

to tolerate your bad manners."

"Bad manners?" Poppy bawled at her angrily.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow in silence, her gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Subconsciously, Poppy followed Sylvia's gaze, noticing the disdain and mockery in those wealthy

ladies' eyes.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to stew in her own juice now, though she had planned to make

a fool of Sylvia by insulting her in front of others.

"Obviously. Everybody here knows what I mean." Sylvia swirled her glass of red wine elegantly and

took a sip.

She leaned towards Poppy and said in a low voice, "Think you're great, don't you? Your friends play

you for a fool. You idiot!"

Sylvia shoved her glass into Poppy's hands and said, "Sadder but savvier. You'd better learn more."

Poppy went scarlet then white with anger and awkwardness.

At the very beginning, she didn't intend to pick on Sylvia. But some of her girlfriends kept urging her,

saying that Sylvia was so pretentious and disgusting, and Poppy was the only person who dared to

taunt her.

She couldn't help to introspect. Were they really her best friends?

Though Honey couldn't afford to offend Poppy, she said with an undertone, "Miss Maskelyne, it

seems...indecent for you to say bad things about Miss Andrews publicly."

"Who the hell are you?" Poppy railed at Honey, "How dare you judge me!"

Honey went scarlet and white because of fear. She was nothing for such an aristocrat lady.

But she didn't have the heart to leave Sylvia alone.

She had a good impression of Sylvia when they met in the LX show last time. She wanted to help

Sylvia, though she was merely a little-known actress who got implants in her face and breast.

She had seen a lot of dirty tricks used in the showbiz. As other peers kept pushing her around, she

gradually learned how to intrigue against others. Thus, Sylvia's frankness sent her a great shock.

Sylvia looked at Poppy coldly and said, "Shut up! Aren't you ashamed of what you did? Go back to

Maskelyne Residence now! If you don't, I don't mind having you thrown out of the country again!"

Poppy bit her lip, stamped her feet in anger, and then turned to leave.

She believed the only reason she had to study abroad was Sylvia's instigation, but she couldn't

understand why Franklin was so nice to Sylvia.

Honey looked at Sylvia gratefully.

"Miss Andrews, you are awesome." Winter complimented her smilingly, "Miss Maskelyne is famous for

her brashness. And you just shut her up like a clam."

Sylvia smiled.

"She's still a child."

"Miss Andrews, you were present at the foundation of Master Keturah last time. Can you help our

Wilson philanthropic foundation this time? Our foundation has more fame and larger scale than Master

Keturah's." Winter paused and then said, "As far as I know, you don't have other work. What about

managing the foundation with me?"

"Mrs. Wilson is right. We should have our own career. We can't only rely on men," said one of the rich

ladies, "I'm the senior consultant now."

Another said, "I'm at the diamond level!"

"Almost everyone present are the consultants, directors or executive officers of Wilson philanthropic

foundation," said Winter proudly, "Charity is also a type of career. It's not only about donating or

funding. It's also about the spirit, faith, and love. I think you will join us for them."

Sylvia looked at Winter calmly.

The Wilson philanthropic foundation was "interesting". It was totally the same as brainwashing.

Winter just gathered up those rich ladies by offering them some dazzling nominal job titles.

Those women only played chess or went shopping in daily life. And now, they seemed to have their

"careers".

Charity.

Frankly, they just invested their money in the foundation.

Now, Master Keturah who was supporting Sylvia drew the attention from Wilson Group. Winter would

let Sylvia join in first; and the next one would be Master Keturah.

"I will think about it." Sylvia chuckled.

How beautiful her smile was!

Their jealous eyes were riveted on Sylvia.

She was young and pretty like an angel.

No wonder Logan and Paul were mesmerized by her.

"Alright, our party is held almost every week. You can come with your friends next time. Master Keturah

is also welcomed." Winter hurriedly said smilingly, "We are sincere for your participation. Wish you will

join us soon."

"Sure," said Sylvia's flat voice. Her smile was getting meaningful.

In Wright Residence.

"Where's Sibbie?" Mayor Cody felt a bit amazed when he found it was quiet in living room.

Mrs. Wright saw Mayor Cody coming back and walked to him at once, saying worriedly, "She takes part

in the private party held by Winter from the Wilson family. Honey, people in the Wilson family are

sinister. What's Sibbie going to do?"

Mayor Cody frowned slightly and sat on the sofa, "Take it easy. She's smart."

"I'm just worried. Winter is sophisticated. And you know she has invited me to partake in that party so

many times and I have to decline her every time. I should have gone there and kept Sibbie from her."

Mrs. Wright felted a bit regretful.

"Well, honey. When will she arrive and have dinner with us?" Mayor Cody had been curious about

Master Keturah long before, but Mrs. Wright always kept her secret.

Fortunately, Master Keturah didn't do harm to Mrs. Wright.

"Tomorrow evening."

"That's great. You can ask her about the party tonight."

Mrs. Wright had no choice but nodded. "Okay."

At 9 a.m. in the next day.

In the President office of Maskelyne Group.

No sooner had Brayden stepped in the office than he said to Franklin triumphantly, "Franklin, you know

what. I got a special guest tonight."

The man said "Uh" and continued working.

Brayden said, "Tsk, you are so indifferent. Why not ask me who it is?'"

"So, who is it?" Franklin asked calmly.

Brayden smiled secretly and said, "It's Master Keturah. You know? That piano virtuoso. My mom has a

great relationship with her."

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he said, "You have told my mom that you want to meet her,

haven't you? Come with me tonight?"

Brayden didn't find at all that Franklin tightened the pen with his eyes twinkling coldly after he heard the Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

words "Master Keturah".

"OK."

Franklin didn't tell Brayden that he had met Master Keturah with Tiffany.

However, now that he was cordially invited, he wouldn't let the chance go.