After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 937

"Ms. Gates, don't be too angry," Selah walked over to Kristen and comforted her in a low voice. "There may have been a misunderstanding between you and Mrs. Maskelyne, but it can be resolved."

Kristen gave her a cold glance. "Do you think I forgot about your behavior earlier, eating without paying?"

Impatiently taking a tissue from another woman's hand, she wiped the soup off her clothes with an air of haughty disdain.

Selah forced a smile but didn't say anything more.

She had almost been thrown out by Franklin just now. If it weren't for her brother coming to rescue her, she probably wouldn't even be allowed back into this hotel or restaurant.

Although she thought this way in her heart, she didn't show it and continued to eat with everyone else. After finishing the meal, she went back to the hotel room to get her luggage.

The woman who shared the room with her looked at her inexplicably. "We spent two thousand dollars each for this group photo session! We've only taken one picture so far holding LV bags! You're leaving already? That's such a waste!"

"I have something else I need to attend to at home," Selah smiled and lowered her head again to continue packing.

"But Ms. Gates said we're going to take photos by the pool this afternoon and Ferrari pictures tomorrow before going partying at some fancy villa! It would look so good on our social media

profiles!" The woman tried persuading Selah again.

Selah paused while packing up and looked up at Sandra Cross. "Sandra, there are many ways of changing one's fate in life; suddenly becoming rich overnight is many people's dream but working hard step by step might not necessarily be bad either."

"Oh my god! Are you going out there looking for work? How tiring is that? A few thousand dollars per month salary won't get you anywhere! My perfume alone costs over two thousand dollars!" Sandra Cross rolled her eyes.

"Are you going do those low-level jobs like others do? So tiring... Why not find yourself a rich man instead? Enjoying luxury life would be much better."

"I saw Mrs. Maskelyne today and suddenly realized that the choices we make in life determine our future. Have you noticed how beautiful she is? Not only is she beautiful, but also noble, emanating from her very being. Ms. Gates looks like a clown in front of her."

Selah looked at Sandra Cross seriously and said slowly, "What does it mean to be a true socialite? It's about grace, breadth of mind, not being humble or overbearing, standing up for oneself. I don't want to pretend to be one of those fake socialites anymore; it's just not worth it."

"We rent an Hermes bag, an Apple computer, a Chanel watch... we split all the costs but what do we get in the end? A momentary sense of vanity. And what's the result? Emptiness. It's better to become rich on our own than rely on wealthy men," Selah didn't want to say anything more.

It was as if she had suddenly awakened.

Before this group of students thought everything Ms. Gates said was right - that socialites should carry luxury brand bags and wear gorgeous clothes while drinking afternoon tea at high-end hotels or hosting fancy pool parties for their birthdays.

But now... she suddenly felt that everything Kristen said was fake.

The nobility inside them and these fake joint purchases were completely different things.

A world apart.

After finishing speaking, Selah dragged her luggage out with Sandra Cross following behind and asking, "Selah, will you come back?"

"I won't come back," Selah turned around and smiled at her friend before saying, "Say goodbye to Ms. Gates for me; I won't bother her again."

The truth was she didn't even want to see Kristen again - that woman who had such an inflated sense of vanity and spent all day brainwashing them with materialistic thoughts.

Selah got into the elevator and went down to the first floor where she walked out just as Sylvia and Franklin stepped out from another elevator next door.

Sylvia had changed into clean clothes. A beige sweatshirt paired with blue jeans hugged her long slender legs while sporting white sneakers.

She looked fresh-faced like a college student full of youthfulness.

Sylvia noticed Selah too; recognizing this girl with minimal makeup carrying luggage in hand.

She curved up one side of her mouth, asking, "Are you leaving?"

Selah's face turned red, feeling a bit embarrassed and even a little inferior for some reason. She felt at a loss under Sylvia's clear and watery gaze. The other party was too perfect and excellent, making her feel like she was just a piece of smelly poop without the qualification to look up at her.

She answered in confusion, "Um... I don't want to pretend to be a socialite anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to bite off her own tongue. Why did she have to say such an honest thing? What would Mrs. Maskelyne think of her? She should have said something more dignified like not wanting to stay here or wanting to go home.

Damn it!

Sylvia smiled slightly, "If you encounter any difficulties one day, you can contact me."

She didn't have a business card but directly took out her phone and pulled up her Facebook QR code. "Add me on Facebook."

Selah suddenly widened her eyes in disbelief as if she were dreaming.

Sylvia personally added Selah on Facebook? She was just an ordinary woman who had never even been to college after graduating from high school... How could she possibly add Sylvia on Facebook? Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Her face turned red with embarrassment while both hands fumbled around the handle of the luggage case without knowing what else to do.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong? Don't want to add me?"

It was as if Selah had woken up from a dream; had she gone crazy? The other party had taken the initiative yet here she was lost in thought!

She quickly threw down the luggage case and rummaged through her bag for her phone.

When opening up that shabby A-brand Nana package bag with trembling fingers, Selah's heart continued pounding heavily until finally adding Sylvia on Facebook made it calm down again.

Sylvia didn't continue looking at Selah but instead went back next Franklin, "We're going home now; let's go." Afterward, she glanced once more at Selah before saying goodbye.

Selah stared blankly at them until they walked far away before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

She gently touched the chest that kept beating wildly inside Miss Andrews is so beautiful... Her skin is so smooth that pores are almost invisible. Even though those features are delicate enough not seem real.

How could there be such perfect women?

Mr. Maskelyne has such strong aura that scared Lula into not daring look him straight in his eyes

Sylvia and Franklin left the hotel and got straight into the black Bentley. After Franklin led Sylvia inside and closed the car door, he looked at her with a slight smile on his lips. "Why did you add her?"

That woman was nothing special, he didn't think she had anything that would attract Sylvia.

"She's different from those other women, otherwise she wouldn't have left early," Sylvia said as she glanced out of the car window at Selah dragging her suitcase towards the bus stop outside of the hotel.

"So you don't mind giving her a chance?"

Sylvia smiled with almond-shaped eyes. "You guessed it again."

She checked the time. "Let's go to the hospital and see how my uncle is doing."

Giancarlo wanted to be discharged from hospital; he probably didn't want Clare's engagement party to be postponed any further.

"Okay," Franklin nodded. "Let's go to the hospital."

The car sped down the road and an hour later pulled into Lilypad General Hospital parking lot.

After Jasper parked his car, Franklin got out with Sylvia and they walked directly towards inpatient building.

It was almost dusk now, with sunlight casting long shadows over them as they walked inside.

In Giancarlo's ward, he coughed lightly before looking outside at sunset. "The sunset is infinitely beautiful but it's nearing dusk just like our age."

"What are you sighing about when there isn't anything wrong?" Jasmine gave him an unkind glance. "Weren't you still refusing to grow old not too long ago? What's this autumn melancholy now?"

"I've lived for so many years; can't I occasionally reflect on my life?" Giancarlo wasn't angry even though Jasmine scolded him twice; instead he smiled while saying. "I just feel like I've lived for so long yet haven't accomplished much in life."

"What else do you want besides accomplishments? You've already contributed enough to our country and society while fulfilling your responsibilities except..." Jasmine suddenly stopped talking without continuing further.

As husband-and-wife for many years, Giancarlo naturally knew what she wanted to say but picked up a teacup from beside his bed instead before taking a sip of water nonchalantly. "Isn't Sylvia our child? She inherited Hipps family's high IQ genes perfectly but unfortunately we weren't by her side during enlightenment... otherwise... she could definitely inherit our mantle or rather surpass us."

"How about... we share the things we've been researching with Sylvia?" Jasmine pursed her lips and said, "I don't think there's anyone more suitable than her."

"What things?" Just then, Clare's voice suddenly came from the doorway. Jasmine looked at him nervously and said, "It's nothing. It's just something your uncle and I have been researching that you wouldn't understand. Maybe Sylvia will understand some of it."

"Why so mysterious?" Clare put dinner on the table and opened the lunch box. "How was your uncle today? Is he feeling any better?"

"It's not easy being in the hospital!" Giancarlo still smiled, "Let me see what we're having for dinner?"

He took a deep sniff, "Smells amazing!"

Jasmine also laughed, "You act like you've never eaten before. You're so greedy!"