After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The contempt and scorn in the middle-aged man's eyes surged towards Sylvia like a raging tide. However, she simply glanced at him expressionlessly and raised her hand to knock on the door.

There was no sound from inside the room.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The middle-aged man's face darkened. "You really have no manners."

Sylvia gave him a cold look. "You're just an old man with a big mouth."

After speaking, she revealed a mocking smile.

With her naturally stunning and aloof appearance, her smile became even more radiant, instantly captivating.

The middle-aged man sneered at her. "Do you think you can feel satisfied by just showing off your tongue? Miss Andrews, is that all you're capable of?"

He also stepped into the private room.

Two young men dressed in royal guard uniforms followed him and stood on either side of him.

The timid one was probably scared out of his wits.

Yet Sylvia, after entering the private room, went straight to her seat and picked up the teapot, calmly pouring herself a cup of water.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She remembered clearly that the middle-aged man in front of her was Cullen Maskelyne, the president of Aettosa.

Heh...

Cullen Maskelyne.

"Not only do you lack manners, but you also lack education," Cullen said disdainfully as he looked Sylvia up and down. Especially after seeing her take the initiative to pour water for him, he felt that she was completely worthless. He couldn't understand what Franklin saw in her.

His gaze was extremely critical.

As if Sylvia were just a commodity.

Sylvia raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. "I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Maskelyne. I'm just an ordinary person. What are your conditions for saving Franklin?"

Cullen's eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at Sylvia. His voice was full of contempt. As the president, it was already a great honor for him to personally meet her. Yet she dared to set conditions? Who did she think she was?

"With Mr. Maskelyne's status, there's no need for him to personally meet you. But because you've been with the young master for so many years, he came to give you a clear explanation," said the young man on the left. He had a scar on his eyebrow, but he was handsome. The scar added a touch of recklessness and coldness to his appearance, making him extremely charming.

He looked at Sylvia coldly, with the same contemptuous gaze as Cullen.

Indeed, like master, like dog.

"Miss Andrews... Heh," Sylvia looked at Cullen and asked, "So, Franklin's biological father is you?"

"How impolite. How dare you speak to our Mr. Maskelyne like this!" The scarred man glared at her angrily. "If you don't want anything to happen to the young master, be sensible and leave immediately." "He is your son. Shouldn't you be more concerned about him than I am?" Sylvia blinked her watery eyes, feeling a bit incredulous. "So, as his father, you came to negotiate conditions with me? I have to leave him so that he can be saved? Do you have the antidote?"

"This is the antidote, there's only one in the world." Cullen suddenly had a red pill in his hand. He smiled arrogantly and coldly.

"In the past, I could have thrown him away. How could I care about his life and death? The one who cares about his life and death is you," Cullen said as he played with the pill in his hand. "Do you want it?"

"If I want it, I have to leave him," Sylvia said calmly. Her throat felt dry, and it took her a while before she continued, "What about Countless Love Ties? I heard there is no antidote."

"I am the president. If I can't even get an antidote, what kind of president would I be?" Cullen laughed arrogantly. "Besides... I was the one who poisoned him in the first place."

Sylvia had never been pushed to such an extent before. She gritted her teeth and said, "Is your purpose to force me to leave him?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be? If you want him to live, you have to leave. If you don't want him to live, then stay by his side. It doesn't matter to me. After all... I lived just fine for so many years without him as my son," Cullen raised an eyebrow, and between his eyebrows appeared a sinister and malicious scar.

"As long as you sign this agreement, this antidote will be yours." The scarred man took out a document and pushed it in front of Sylvia.

Sylvia remained silent as she casually flipped through it with her finger. There was only one line written on it: "Never appear in front of Franklin again."

Her heart sank instantly, and her breathing became tense.

She didn't know how she felt inside. Her scalp felt tight, and looking at that line made her feel like she was being imprisoned.

She cleared her throat and asked softly, "What if I don't?"

Cullen chuckled lowly and met Sylvia's shocked and panicked gaze. "Then you can leave. I'll destroy this antidote right now."

The private room fell into a dead silence.

After a moment, under Cullen's icy gaze, Sylvia's eyes showed obvious attack but also compromise. Her expression became dull as she stared at the life-saving pill in front of her. "You're despicable." Her head felt empty, despair spreading in her eyes.

Her chest felt suffocated, and she took a deep breath before coughing heavily as if she could finally breathe again.

"Choose: whether he lives or dies is up to you." Cullen looked at her with a face that had an alluring beauty that penetrated deep into one's bones. There was a seductive charm emanating from his entire being.

So what?

His son needed more than just a woman of low status.

"I can sign this agreement, but... I have one condition." Sylvia took a deep breath and endured the excruciating pain in her heart. She forced a pale smile and displayed her unique pride on her beautiful face. "Release Lukas."

"Sylvia! Know your place! You have no right to negotiate with me!" Cullen's triumphant expression suddenly turned impatient. He was the president; he had always been superior. Everyone bowed down before him.

It was already a great honor for him to meet this lowly woman today, yet she dared to set conditions?

Who did she think she was?

"As the president, there are a

hundred ways for us to make you leave the young master. By treating you with such respect right now, we've already given you face," said the scarred man as he spoke again. His cold gaze fell on Sylvia's face as if he were looking at a dead person.

Sylvia laughed, finding great pleasure in it, "You've always been so high and mighty, trampling on others' self-esteem and dignity to highlight your own nobility. But I'm just a woman who likes to seek more benefits for herself. Lukas must be taken away by me. Even if

you don't agree, I have ways to forcefully take him away. Would you like to try my methods?"

There was a hint of despair in her eyes. "Maybe this time I can't save Franklin, but it doesn't mean I can't take Lukas away..."

She wasn't a god; she wasn't almighty.

She was just a woman who wanted her loved one to be safe and sound.

Cullen's face turned extremely ugly. For the first time in his life, he felt that a woman could be so difficult to deal with, so troublesome.

He seemed lost in thought for a while before saying, "As you wish."

Sylvia smiled beautifully like a flower blooming in the dark night.

"Thank you very much, Mr. President."

After speaking, she stood up and finished the remaining water in her cup. "Thank you for your hospitality as well."

"You haven't signed!" The scarred man stopped her.

She glanced disdainfully at him. "I'm Sylvia; my words carry weight. Do I need that piece of paper to restrain me? Ridiculous!"

She picked up the agreement without even looking at it and tore it into pieces before throwing it on the ground.

"I will leave him starting today. I'll wait for Lukas at the airport. I hope Mr. President will keep your word."

After saying that, she turned around and left the private room without looking back.

Inside Aettosa's international airport.

People were coming and going; travelers hurriedly passed by.

When Carolyn and Sara arrived at the airport, they saw Sylvia sitting alone in the waiting hall lost in thought.

The two women didn't know what had happened; they only knew that she had called them here.

"Miss Andrews, what happened? Mr. Maskelyne...?"

"He went home," Sylvia said with a pale and weak smile on her face, an indescribable calmness in her expression. "Mr. McGuire will be back soon. Just wait here."

"You mean Lukas... will be released? How is that possible? Wasn't there a court ruling?" Carolyn looked at her in surprise and shock.

What happened that they didn't know about?

Did Franklin go home? Did he go back to H Rovirsa? Or did he go somewhere else?

Why couldn't she quite understand what Sylvia was saying?

"He will return home with us," Sylvia said calmly as she looked at Carolyn's puzzled face. "His health isn't very good; he might need some time to recuperate after returning home."

"I see... He has suffered..." Carolyn had many questions in her mind.

Just then, there was suddenly commotion at the entrance of the waiting hall. When Carolyn turned around, she saw several men in black bringing Lukas with them.

Her eyes turned red, and tears almost fell from her eyes.

She didn't care about continuing the conversation with Sylvia; she rushed towards Lukas and called out his name, "Lukas..."

Lukas smiled weakly and reached out to hold her hand. "Let's go home."

"Yes, let's go home." Carolyn nodded tearfully; she hadn't expected Sylvia's words to be true.

What happened during this time?

Where did Franklin go?

Sylvia looked at the scarred man; he coldly said to her under Cullen's gaze, "Lukas has been delivered; now it's time for Miss Andrews to fulfill her promise."