After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 966

The woman in front of him looked a bit weary as she stood before him.

Franklin's eyes filled with concern. "Did you not sleep at all last night? What were you doing? Writing code? Or drafting plans? Are you writing a script?"

Sylvia shook her head. "I was sculpting."

"Sculpting?" Franklin was taken aback. "You didn't..."

"Carved something out of that jade stone from yesterday?"

"But how could you carve out a complete piece in just one night? That's impossible!"

Even an extraordinary sculptor would need many days to carve a piece of art, right?

He had never heard of a finished sculpture being carved out overnight.

"Well, it's a gift for my uncle's engagement." Sylvia played with her hair, lazily lifting her eyes. Her hands were covered in jade powder, making her uncomfortable. "I'll go take a shower and get some sleep."

Otherwise, she'd look too worn-out at the engagement banquet tonight.

Seeing Sylvia heading towards the bedroom, Franklin felt a bit puzzled.

But he also knew that health comes first.

So he didn't disturb Sylvia further, instead instructing the maid to cook porridge on the stove before heading to the office.

Although he managed to handle some work while participating in "Go Everywhere," there was still a lot piled up.

He needed to finish it quickly before going abroad to help Carolyn.

By the time Sylvia woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. She had been sleeping since morning.

It was the scorching sunlight, and she stretched lazily. She hadn't stayed up late for a long time, so staying up all night made her feel uncomfortable.

After getting out of bed and freshening up, she went downstairs and made a cup of American ginseng tea. Just as she took a few sips, she saw the caregiver coming out of the kitchen.

"Missus, I stewed some chicken soup and there's some porridge left. Would you like some? Or should I make some side dishes?"

Sylvia didn't expect Franklin to arrange for a caregiver to take care of her.

Feeling a faint warmth in her heart, she said, "Okay, I'll have the chicken soup. Just stir-fry a couple of dishes."

"Sure." The caregiver went back to the kitchen.

In no time, the caregiver brought a steaming bowl of chicken soup to the table and returned with two delicate side dishes.

Sylvia sat down at the table, with simple dishes of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she wasn't picky. Just as she picked up her fork, the doorbell rang.

The housekeeper didn't bother to ask and just pressed the door opening button.

Sylvia was a bit suspicious, but she saw the housekeeper smiling as he opened the door and received a box from someone outside. "Thank you, you've worked hard."

"Not at all." The person said and left.

The housekeeper happily brought the exquisite box to Sylvia. "Madam, guess what's inside?"

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

"Oh, why aren't you cooperating with me?" The housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing its shiny contents.

"What a beautiful dress!" The caregiver's eyes sparkled. "This dress must be expensive."

"Yes, indeed. It's a haute couture dress that the young master bought for the madam from overseas. It must be worth a lot! There are also matching shoes." The housekeeper took out a pair of golden high heels from the box.

Sylvia had originally planned to find an unworn dress from her closet, after all, this wasn't her event. She was just a guest. But Franklin had still air-shipped a dress?

This brand was not cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at a hundred thousand, and dresses cost at least a million...

So was this dress worth at least a million? Two million?

She shook her head helplessly. "Such extravagance."

"This shows how much the young master cares for the madam, always keeping her in his heart!" The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?"

"Forget it, I'll try it on tonight." She had just finished speaking when the doorbell rang again.

She saw the housekeeper eagerly go to open the door, followed by a group of men carrying various makeup cases rushing into the living room.

The leader was a heavily made-up man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your styling, and this is my team."

Sylvia: "..."

It was their engagement, not hers. Why was it made so grand?

Franklin, this person...

The man smiled professionally. "Mr. Maskelyne contacted our styling studio yesterday and placed an order. Mrs. Maskelyne, where is your dressing table? Or dressing room?"

Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared the two dishes on the table, and then wiped the grease off her lips before standing up. "It's upstairs. Follow me."

The stylist's hands had a magical touch. Sylvia was tossed around for nearly two hours, and her waist was about to break.

Finally, she heard the man say, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you can go change into the dress now."

Looking at herself in the mirror, her long black hair was pinned up into a typical style, with a few playful strands of hair hanging down, curled naturally with a curling iron.

Her face was exquisitely made up, making her watery eyes appear even more radiant.

Indeed, she looked much better than before.

She took the custom-made dress Franklin gave her and walked into the changing room. After changing, she walked out again.

But as soon as she came out, she noticed a man in the dressing room.

He was wearing a black suit, hands in his pockets, his handsome face matching the handcrafted suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall, but now he seemed even more upright and majestic, exuding a masculine charm throughout the dressing room.

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The tight-fitting off-the-shoulder gold dress, paired with a diamond necklace that shimmered like stars, made her look unusually charming and sexy.

With her long hair piled up high, revealing her fair and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings on her ears were particularly dazzling.

"Except for the shoes being a bit high, everything else is perfect." Sylvia hooked her red lips at him.

Franklin reached out his long arm and held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's okay, I'll hold you tight."

"Mrs. Maskelyne, you look really beautiful and stunning in this dress!" The stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the best among all my clients. I almost didn't want to put makeup on you."

Hearing the stylist's praise for Sylvia, Franklin's lips curled upwards, obviously in a very pleasant mood.

Immediately behind him, Jasper skillfully handed a packet of cash gift to the stylist. "Treat yourselves to bubble tea."

The stylist didn't expect to make Mr. Maskelyne so happy and even receive a packet of cash gift. He immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne, thank you, Mrs. Maskelyne."

The stylist studio's services for a styling session are naturally not cheap, so their salaries are quite high.

However... being able to receive an additional big packet of cash gift naturally makes the mood even better.

No one would complain about having more money.

After these stylists left the villa, they posted a picture of Sylvia's back on their studio's official Twitter account.

"Guess who the owner of this beautiful back is?"

Originally, their styling studio had a certain level of fame in the industry and they often styled celebrities and socialites.

So they also had a certain fan base.

Among these fans were some who were familiar with Sylvia and immediately recognized her. "Isn't this Mrs. Maskelyne!"

"Please post a frontal photo!"

"Just posting the back isn't satisfying!"

"Blogger, quickly, post some frontal photos."

As a result, enthusiastic netizens propelled Mrs. Maskelyne's new hairstyle to the top of the trending topics.

The stylist didn't expect the hype to be so high and hastily contacted Jasper, "Jasper, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't expect... If this caused trouble for Mrs. Maskelyne, I apologize..."

"No need, our wife also saw the trend. You can post some frontal photos, it's okay. This isn't a bad thing."

Jasper comforted the stylist and hung up the phone.

The stylist stared blankly at his phone, and his immediate superior, who was also the boss of the studio, angrily shouted at him, "Is Mrs. Maskelyne angry? We're just a small styling studio... Don't make me go bankrupt..."

The stylist muttered, "She asked for frontal photos."

"Are you crazy? They value their privacy, they're not like those celebrities who need attention..."

The boss was so angry he almost wanted to slap the stylist.

"Jasper said it's okay to post frontal photos, it's not a bad thing," the stylist said excitedly. "Mrs. Maskelyne is really a good person."

With that, he posted the photos of Sylvia from his phone onto Twitter. "High-definition, unedited. This is the real Mrs. Maskelyne."

The boss looked at him in shock, "Really?"

Just a moment ago he thought the stylist had gone crazy.

"Yes, really." The stylist looked at the continuous comments and likes on Twitter, delighted. "Boss, we're riding on Mrs. Maskelyne's fame, we're going to make a fortune!"

Because he received many private messages asking for styling appointments.

"I want the same stylist as Mrs. Maskelyne!"

"I'm attending a wedding tomorrow, I want Mrs. Maskelyne's stylist!"

"Stylist, I need styling the day after tomorrow for a banquet!"

"Where's your address? Give me your phone number!"

The boss snatched his phone, eyes wide with disbelief at the flood of crazy private messages. "So many orders, so many!"

He almost cried with excitement.

Styling celebrities usually didn't have this kind of effect!

How come after styling Mrs. Maskelyne once, orders were coming in like snowflakes?

Sylvia, who became a trending figure that day, was sitting in a Bentley with Franklin, heading towards the hotel.

As night fell, the street lamps lit up, and stars twinkled in the sky, watching over everything on the earth.

The car smoothly drove on the road and soon arrived at the destination.

Several young Gibsons were standing at the hotel entrance welcoming guests, with Clare accompanying them. Many luxury cars had already arrived.

Looking into the underground garage, there were luxury cars everywhere.