After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 367

Only late at night did he dare to sneak over to take a look at her.

Otherwise, during the daytime, they were like totally strangers to each other.

He was in the opera house to watch the preliminary round of the piano competition.

He sat in the most unobtrusive corner, quietly staring at her every move.

Sitting at the judges' table, she exuded an attractive charm.

When she was dining with the Wrights tt Golden Restaurant, he sat inside the monitoring room and watched her.

He didn't want to miss Sylvia's any movement.

She had been very busy and tired lately.

She looked bad, and she seemed to have lost weight recently.

It was heartbreaking to watch her tried look.

He reached out to touch her face, but he was afraid to wake her up.

Endless emotions flooded his heart, and he stood still at the bedside, quietly watching Sylvia.

He thought back to the past four years of their marriage.

Everything that had happened before seemed to have been wiped out by Taryn's death.

He must become stronger. He must find out the terrorist organization.

He must be stronger than Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne, and he must protect Sylvia!

He lowered his head. His head hurt a little, but his heart hurt even more.

Sylvia had been lying in bed, not moving, as if asleep.

Franklin stayed by her bedside for so long that Sylvia drifted to sleep.

When the day dawned, the sound of someone jumping out of the window came to her ears.

She opened her eyes with a start and saw Franklin jumping out.

He actually ... stayed with her all night long?

Sylvia had mixed feelings.

Whenever she thought of the antidote she took at that time, which was made of Franklin's blood and bone marrow, her heart was full of mixed feelings.

She was touched by what he did ... and she also had some indefinable feelings for him.

Franklin was an aloof and distant man but was willing to do everything for her.

Sylvia didn't dare to think about it further ...

Early in the morning.

An uproar was caused on Twitter.

A trending topic suddenly topped the list.

#The judge Sylvia unfairly gave contestants low scores and made Jenna advance

When one clicked in, the comments about cursing Sylvia would be seen.

Those netizens criticized Sylvia for being biased towards Jenna and unfairly giving other contestants low scores.

When Logan scrolled through the Twitter, there was a new trending topic.

#How much money did Sylvia take from Jenna?

An influential poster said that Sylvia must have taken a lot of money from Jenna, and that Jenna was Mayor Cody's goddaughter. And then someone else revealed the close relationship between Sylvia and Mrs. Wright.

Some even made a relationship chart to help netizens understand the whole thing.

Logan was frustrated when he showed it to Sylvia, who raised an eyebrow and took a sip of milk.

"Think I am a pushover? Smearing me like that?"

Finally, she tapped the trending topic with trembling hands.

Evidence that she had bought paid posters was shown, like the Carson family's housekeeper Tom's money transfer records to the paid posters and the chat records between them.

Tom: Just keep retweeting #The judge Sylvia unfairly gave contestants low scores and made Jenna advance.

Tom: Half a million has been transferred. Make sure it becomes the trending topic.

Tom: Mrs. Carson said that anyone who went against her would not end up well!

Tom: This time, you must ruin Sylvia's reputation!

The chat records showed how Tom and the paid posters made the deal and how they negotiated.

Not only the chat records, but also Tom's Twitter account was leaked to the public.

Tom often tweeted some photos of Carson's Villa.

There were even some photos of Aldo.

Such evidence was really solid.

Obviously, that Twitter account was Tom's.

Mrs. Carson was so angry that she kicked the manicurist in the chest, and the manicurist was caught off guard and fell on her butt.

She looked at Mrs. Carson with a stunned face, "Ma'ma ..."

"Get lost!" Mrs. Carson was so angry that she swept all the nail polish in front of her to the ground.

All of them all tumbled to the ground, some shattered, and some tumbled.

Those various colors of sticky nail polish spilled on the floor, looking shocking.

The air was thick with the smell of nail polish.

The manicurist hugged her kit and rushed out.