After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 114

What was the tragic story made up by this man?

Just as Poppy pulled out her card and was about to swipe it.

Sylvia walked over and held her hand. "You are going to give away ten thousand on a whim? Do you want your brother to freeze your bank card?"

"Uh-who are you? It's none of your business." Poppy, still immersed in the man's sad story, snapped without looking at Sylvia.

Sylvia chuckled. "You don't know who I am?"

'Why did that voice sound so familiar?' Poppy thought.

Poppy looked up and saw Sylvia's beautiful face.

She said in surprise, "You, what are you doing here?"

"I told you to read more to improve your IQ." Sylvia pointed to her brain. "You don't have a brain, do you?"

"How can you say that?" Poppy mumbled.

If it was before, she would have flared up.

But since the last time Sylvia saved her, she was totally obsessed with Sylvia. She was Sylvia's most fervent fan.

She grabbed Sylvia by the arm, "Let me tell you, he's very pitiful. He suffered from septicemia at a young age, but he was top in the class. He didn't have the money to see a doctor. I have a soft spot for top students. I think he's pitiful."

"Really? I happen to be a doctor. How about I make a diagnosis for you?" Sylvia smiled at the young man in front of her.

The man had a pair of lovely eyes; he was not tall. Now he was angry that Sylvia who came out of nowhere stopped him from gaining money when he almost made it. Although the woman was beautiful, she was a bad person to ruin his plan.

But he did not dare to show his anger. He could only say with a smile frozen on his face, "No, no need. I should go to the hospital to see the doctor."

He glanced at Poppy. "Miss, please swipe your card. I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life."

"Her allowance has been deducted, and now she has no money to donate to you. Find someone else," said Sylvia coldly as she yanked Poppy's card.

The man was dumbfounded.

"Oh, no... we have made a deal."

"What's your Name?" Sylvia's cold eyes fell on the man.

Somehow, he felt the woman in front of him seemed to know everything, and the man's voice began to tremble, "My name... My name is Luca Ball."

"What school are you in?"

"Vista University."

"OK." Sylvia dialed Logan's number directly. "I need you to look into a student named Luca Ball at Vista University."

A trace of panic flashed into Luca's eyes. "What do you mean? Why do you want to investigate me?"

"My sister wants to donate money to you. Is it too much for me to check if you're telling the truth?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow at the flustered man, "You're so scared. Could it be that you have an amazing CV? Did you get lots of scholarships or credits? Or maybe you're afraid that I'll find out something fishy you've done?"

Luca's eyes flickered and he growled, "What are you talking about?"

Poppy was so moved by the man's story that tears were trickling down uncontrollably.

Their quarrel attracted a lot of attention.

Winter came over with Rosie.

And after Luca was exposed, panicked, he turned around to escape.

But Sylvia would not let him get away so easily.

She stretched her long legs and tripped Luca!

Then Luca fell to the ground.

Winter thought to herself, 'Why is Sylvia so troublesome? Everyone else listened to the story with gusto and empathy, and then donated money. How come this trick doesn't work out on her?'

She suppressed the annoyance and asked with a faint smile on her face, "What happened?"

"I found out he was a fraud." Sylvia smiled and glanced at Winter.

Winter's expression changed slightly, and her eyes turned cold.

"Miss Andrews, what do you mean by this? The projects that the Wilson philanthropic foundation wants to support and the people that we donate to are all thoroughly investigated to make sure the authenticity."

"I'm sorry, but I've asked Logan to call the president of Vista University, who said that there was no student named Luca Ball in their school."

Sylvia's bright face was alluring and attractive under the sunlight.

She faced up to Winter, the host of the tea party, as if Winter was just a small potato.