After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

This time Tiffany couldn't get away with it, no matter what she did, like acting cute or showing weakness.

Franklin said nothing and continued to deal with documents.

The appearance or character of such a calculating women like Tiffany were not attractive to Franklin at all except for a good impression of her during childhood.

The reason he tolerated her was just that she once saved him when he was a child.

She was ungrateful and even set him up.

In that case, he would teach her a lesson without mercy.

He once spent 9 million dollars on helping her see Keturah Brown.

This could be the return for her saving his life.

As for anything else she wanted to get from him, she could never achieve it for the rest of her life.

He looked cold with unfathomable emotions in his eyes.

In a small, inconspicuous store of Tech Mall, a woman wearing a pair of jeans was squatting and rummaging through boxes to find something.

"Sylvia, every time you come, you act like a bandit. What are you doing!" A middle-aged man, with a cigarette in his mouth, was sitting with his legs crossed on a dirty chair.

He reached out to flick cigarette ash, which slowly floated down to the ground.

"Don't pretend to be poor in front of me." Sylvia went straight to Tech Mall in the early morning.

Her computer and phone needed to be upgraded, but what she wanted only could be found here.

She stood up and glanced at the middle-aged man, "Doggy, hurry up and bring me your latest products. I'll help fit them together.

Is that okay?" She looked for a while but didn't find what she wanted, so they must have been hidden by him.

"Such a mean girl, can't you talk properly? | am your uncle. How can you call me Doggy?" The middle-aged man stood up and stared angrily at her. "Call me properly and I'll get them for you." "Adriel, please stop gibbering. | have urgent business to handle!" Sylvia was really in a hurry. It was almost noon, and she had no more time to waste here.

The middle-aged man realized it, no longer teased her, and turned into the inner room. After a while, he took a box.

This box was new, a sharp contrast to his dirty, shabby and small store.

"The latest goods are all in it. Here you are." Sylvia reached out and took it with a smile.

She put a bank card on the table, "Give you!" Then she held that box and hurried away.

The middle-aged man ran out and shouted to her, "Sylvia, I'm leaving tomorrow! Please call me if there's an emergency.” "Okay. Hope you're doing well." Sylvia said without turning back.

A shopkeeper from the next store talked to the middle-aged man cheerfully, "Your niece comes here again? No consumer comes to your store, except your niece. Without her, your business must be over.” "Go away. You know nothing." The middle-aged man smilingly picked up the bank card and closed his store.

When Sylvia had just left the Tech Mall and put the box in the car, her phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID and chucked."Hello, Mrs. Wilson." "Miss Andrews. Our foundation will hold an outdoor tea party tomorrow afternoon as the weather has been good recently. Are you interested in it? There are many young talents, and many senior professionals from all walks of life," Winter said with a smile.

A smile flicked into her eyes as she said casually, "Oh? What is the theme?" "You will know it when you come. | wanna keep you in suspense and our tea party won't let you down.” Winter boasted, "Miss Andrews, | wonder whether Keturah Brown would be interested in such a tea party?" "Oh, well, you don't even tell what the theme is. How could | know whether she would go?" Sylvia said indifferently.

The tone sounded arrogant and cold, a sharp contrast to Winter's studied cordial tone of voice.

Such an uncomfortable tone almost irritated Winter.

Then Winter bottled up her anger as much as possible. "Miss Andrews, I'm just joking. Well, I've heard that Keturah Brown is very knowledgeable about traditional clothing, which is exactly the theme of the tea party. It will be held in Wilson Group Tulip Town." Winter paused and said excitedly, "In a sea of blooming tulips, we wear elegant and classical traditional costumes, and happily drink afternoon tea. Such a pleasant scene! | even can't wait!" Sylvia felt Winter's words disgusting. "Mrs. Wilson, it's not hard to tell you are very talented at poetry reading.” Those who didn't know the fact may think that Winter was not talking on the phone, but doing poetry readings.

Winter didn't notice the mockery in Sylvia's tone of voice, but felt proud, "Miss Andrews, you are flattering me. To be honest, | am indeed the head of the poetry reading group of the Wilson philanthropic foundation.” Sylvia felt speechless.

After a moment, she said, "Mrs. Wilson, I'm glad you inform me it's about traditional costume. If | were the only one in casual clothes tomorrow, | would be very embarrassed.” Winter's smile froze. "Miss Andrews, you misunderstand me. | am joking just now." "I know it, but it is a bad joke." Sylvia didn't want to talk to her. She made up her mind to get rid of the Wilson family! As to the Wilson Group, she gotta figure out what dirty business it was doing.

Then she hung up the phone.

Winter was so angry that she stared at the dark phone screen and swore, "A bitch! How dare she hang up on me! Who does she think she is? She's just an eye candy, who climbs the ladder by man! How dare she hang up on me?" Her secretary Rosie hurriedly gave her a glass of water, "Mrs. Wilson, please calm down. She was not worth it." "You don't know what she said! Such a bitch, how dare she talk to me like that. | will teach her a good lesson after | play up to Keturah Brown! After | diddle all the money from Keturah Brown, | will crush her!" Winter was so angry that she took deep breaths, and still couldn't calm down. The anger made her almost lose her mind.

"Mrs. Wilson, she is just a slutty woman. We have seen many women of this type in our foundation, and you conquered all of them. She has yet to realize how powerful you are, but one day she will know it." Rosie flattered Winter, which made Winter feel a little bit better.

"You are right. Just give her a chance to boast herself today. In tomorrow's tea party, I'll let her pay a lot!" She looked greedy and vicious with a sneer on her lips.