After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Ward: "What's wrong? Lukas' case? Do you still know Lukas?"

Wind: "Lukas is in a pitiful state!"

Type: "Yeah, I happen to be in Aettosa, but... I might not be able to help you."

Alby: "This matter involves many people, and we can investigate privately."

Zero: "Everyone, help me find some private information about the judge... preferably... you know what I mean."

Type: "Alright, I'll have my guys keep an eye on it for you. Wait for my message."

Zero: "Also, do any of you know the antidote for Countless Love Ties?"

"!"

"!"

"Oh no! You're poisoned?" Chad replied in shock.

"Oh my god, really? This poison is not ordinary." Alby was also shocked. "Zero, you must be careful."

Zero: "It's my husband, he's been poisoned."

Type: "Husband?! Aren't you a man?"

Ward: "Hehe, you're a bit slow to catch on. Zero is a beauty!" She has seen Zero before.

Wind @ Type: "Hehe, that's right. Zero is a genuine beauty."

Chad: "Ah, why is it that only Type and I haven't met Zero? We were kept in the dark."

Type: "I'm going to find you now! Zero, I'm also in Aettosa, send me your location!"

Zero: "I don't have time to see you. I'm busy taking care of my husband."

Type's heart shattered instantly.

"I don't care, I'm going to find you."

Alby: "Stubborn! There will be other opportunities in the future."

Zero: "After I finish this busy period, let's all get together. There's too much going on recently."

After saying that, she didn't reply to any more messages in the group.

Meanwhile, several members of the group started using their connections to help Sylvia find the antidote for Countless Love Ties.

By evening, the group became active again.

Chad: "Can't find it. I've asked many sources, even checked the black market, but there's no antidote."

Type: "I heard that Countless Love Ties and Love Parasite are created by a hidden master named Phoenix. And this master works for the ZZ terrorist organization. Tsk tsk... I guess the organization pays well?" Alby: "I also heard about this. There's no antidote for Countless Love Ties. It's said that the master only creates poisons and doesn't bother with the antidotes. It's really sinister."

Wind: "Zero, what do we do now? Are we just going to watch... Brother-in-law..."

Ward: "Hey, don't say those ominous words. Good things will come to good people. We'll think of a solution together."

Although they said that, Sylvia still felt heavy-hearted.

"I understand, thank you all. I'll think of a solution."

She threw her phone aside, feeling as if a huge stone was weighing on her heart.

Brock sent her a message on Facebook, reporting the recent situation of "Go Everywhere". Advertisers were lining up to invest, and some TV stations wanted to buy the rights.

Many famous celebrities also wanted to participate in the live show.

Now that the disaster in Larro was over, they set off again to pick cotton and help many cotton farmers harvest mature cotton and weave quilts with their own hands.

It was a very meaningful thing to do.

Next, they planned to go to areas with water shortages and dig wells and build roads. They wanted everyone to see how happy people in the city were while many others still lived in difficult conditions. Many of Sylvia's fans also joined in the charity work, spreading love and kindness.

Sylvia looked at the updates from Brock and Darnell and felt an indescribable sadness welling up inside her.

She and Franklin hadn't done anything terribly wrong or become wicked people.

Why did they both end up being poisoned?

While her Love Parasite had no cure, at least she didn't have immediate life-threatening concerns.

But Franklin...

Her eyes turned red as she saw the man who had just walked out of the bathroom. His handsome face remained the same, but his once muscular body was gradually becoming thin.

It was evident... that the poison was infiltrating his body.

Sylvia didn't know how she felt. A mix of emotions overwhelmed her heart, tearing it apart with pain and discomfort.

She looked at him, and just as he raised his head, everything went black before her eyes.

His tall figure fell heavily to the ground.

Sylvia immediately rushed over from the couch, reaching out her arms to catch his waist and cradling him in her embrace.

"Franklin?"

Franklin was breathing heavily, his gaze unfocused as he looked at everything gradually blurring before him. "Don't be sad, wife. I'll be fine."

Even now, he was comforting her.

Sylvia felt as if tiny needles were piercing her heart. She sat on the floor with him in her arms, his head resting on her lap. "Don't talk... It's just poisoning, right?"

Sylvia shook her head, her eyes bloodshot as she desperately suppressed the pain in her chest and held back tears that were about to burst forth.

"Don't speak anymore. Let's go to the hospital immediately. We'll go right now..."

"Going to the hospital won't help. It won't solve the problem. It's better to spend our remaining time together." Franklin took a deep breath before finishing his sentence.

His once warm palm now felt as cold as winter.

He held Sylvia's hand tightly. "Just stay by my side."

His eyes were pitch black; he couldn't see Sylvia's face or her expression.

But he could guess that she must be very sad.

If he was destined to die, he would rather die in her arms.

Rather than dying on a hospital bed.

At this moment, all he wanted was to be with her, even if they didn't say or do anything. It didn't matter.

As long as he could hear her breath, her voice, and feel her presence.

"I can't see anymore... Actually, I've been losing my sight frequently these past few days."

"But... it has become more frequent these past two days."

"I've lost my sense of taste. Food has no flavor for me."

"I suspect that tomorrow I won't be able to hear anymore..."

Franklin's voice gradually faded away as Sylvia saw him fall into a deep sleep.

Her tears finally fell as he closed his eyes.

When Casey and Carmelo rushed over, Franklin had already lost consciousness.

They hurriedly carried Franklin onto the bed and began examining him.

Just then, Sylvia's phone suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number.

She hesitated for a moment and didn't answer it the first time.

However, the caller persisted and kept dialing her number.

She had no choice but to answer. "Hello?"

"Is this Sylvia?" A voice distorted by a voice changer spoke. "Do you want to save Franklin? If you do, come to Cloud Teahouse."

"What did you say?" Sylvia's expression tightened as she squinted her bright almond-shaped eyes. "Do you have a way to save my husband?"

"Believe it or not is up to you." The voice on the other end hung up without saying anything else.

Sylvia's heart pounded rapidly. She looked at Franklin lying on the bed with a haggard face and quickly explained things to Casey before preparing to leave. Jasper stopped her. "Madam, be careful of traps."

"If I go and find out it's a scam, then

so be it," Sylvia said with a pale face.

"If I don't go, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Even if there's a glimmer of hope, even if I know it's a

deception, I still want to try

"I'll accompany you!" Jasper immediately offered. "To have someone by your side."

Sylvia shook her head. "You stay here and take care of him. He can't be without you. I'll take my men with me."

There was a branch of the secret door in Aettosa as well; she wouldn't be going alone. The other party clearly came prepared.

"Alright, be careful." Jasper watched her leave with concern.

After leaving the hotel, Sylvia headed

straight for Cloud Teahouse. Along the way, she contacted Vaild and Mark, twin brothers who worked under her command, asking them to go undercover near Cloud Teahouse.

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Twenty minutes later, Sylvia arrived at Cloud Teahouse.

She got out of the car and looked at the ancient-looking teahouse in front of her-a purely antique building with six floors.

A large red lantern hung high at the entrance, and two hostesses wearing cheongsams stood at the door, smiling professionally.

Seeing Sylvia arrive, one of the hostesses spoke up first. "Are you Miss Andrews? Please come in."

Sylvia was taken aback. How did they know who she was?

But soon she realized everything.

Clearly, they had already gathered detailed information about her and informed the staff here accordingly.

She nodded lightly and stepped into the teahouse. It was clear that the entire teahouse had been booked today.

The grand hall was empty as she made her way to the elevator and went up to the designated private room on the third floor.

Throughout her journey, she only saw a few waiters; there were no other customers in sight.

She stood outside the private room door and was about to knock when suddenly the elevator opened.

Several black-clad figures walked out in an orderly manner and lined up in two rows.

Sylvia furrowed her brows slightly but calmly observed everything before her eyes.

Then another elevator opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out-a man with a strong presence despite his middle age. His cold gaze swept over Sylvia with disdain as if she were an insignificant ant in his eyes.