After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 108

"Wake up, you psycho!" Sylvia twisted his ear.

But he was simply still, and his face was less chilling than before.Sylvia had to take out her phone as she failed to wake up Franklin andsent a message to Logan, "Anything about the investigation?"

"Mark and Vaild are on it; nothing came out for now,” Logan replied inseconds.

"Go check me out of the hospital. I'm much better now." Sylviainstructed him again, "The land of Kelly Group?"

"Nailed it."

"Well done.”

Sylvia changed another interface of her phone.

Her phone was powerful. Though it looked no different from an ordinaryI-phone, its performance of system was cutting-edge.

She logged on to Twitter and found that the hospital elevator incidentwas not spread.

She sighed in relief.

She was afraid that some news reported it and then cautioned peopleto be careful when taking an elevator.

The last thing she wanted anyone to know was this weakness.

Luckily, it was Franklin who was by her side at that time. She knew hewas a man of good character and would keep this secret to himself.She then logged on to the official website of Wilson Group, from whichshe found the username and password of Lexton Lloyd.

A company naturally had its own office system and its own fundingsystem.

Nothing wrong could be seen on the website of the CharitableFoundation of Wilson Group.

So she accessed its office system and the funding system in unusualways.

Half an hour later, she managed to use the username and password toaccess its office system and the funding system. The accounts wereclear, and the official materials were normal.

There was nothing unusual.

Lexton's account had top-level access, but Sylvia could replace nothingnoteworthy or unusual.

No way!

Did Wilson Group disguise their work so well?

Sylvia appeared thoughtful, logging out of the account and clearing allbrowsing traces.

When Franklin opened his eyes, Sylvia's thoughtful face filled his eyes.Her eyes were full of contemplation, but even that was incrediblybeautiful.

His slender fingers couldn't help but touch ...

Sylvia was contemplating when she suddenly felt something squirmingon her eyelids.

Only then did she realize that Franklin had woken up.

"You're awake."

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was husky and magnetic ashe had just woken up from a nap.

"Spend some time on Twitter, and a bit tired now.”

Sylvia said indifferently.

“Your hubby could offer a hug." Franklin raised his hand, then draggedher into his arms like a lazy lion, and his face came to her collarbone.He said "hubby" extremely smoothly, and she was stunned.

His hot breath came from her nape, along with the lazy, husky voice.

It was just as it used to be in the mornings when they were notdivorced. So natural.

Everything changed yet, so she pushed him. "You're so heavy, get up,my legs are numb."

“Let me massage them." Franklin lowered his eyes.

The man had slept for two hours now and he was obviously spirited.But Sylvia was not in a good mood at all, so she sent Logan amessage. "Knock!"

"Open the door, open the door." A second later, Logan's voice rang out.Franklin felt offended and opened the door gloomily, only to see thedisgusting Logan with discharge formalities in his hand. "The dischargeformalities are done. Let's go." Logan stuck his head out and said toSylvia.

Damn!

"Why?" Franklin's face was gloomy.

“I'm not sick, of course, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital,”Sylvia said clearly and coldly. It was the virus that was responsible forher passing out; she wasn't sick at all.

She rubbed her sore numb legs because of Franklin, got out of bed,and put on her shoes.

She headed straight outside.

"Go to Townyer Villa with me." Franklin abruptly stretched out his handand fiercely clutched her wrist in his palm when Sylvia passed by."Could you change your lines except for this one?" Sylvia shook him offand looked at Logan, "Go."

But no sooner had she arrived at Pearlhall Villa did a sudden wave ofdizziness hit her.

She subconsciously pressed against the door panel, barely keeping herbalance.

Her heart pounded faster.

The thing in her blood overwhelmed and almost stifled her.

She took a deep breath and moved to the edge of the bed, throwingherself on the bed and lying down.

The virus was extremely virulent and could subtly change herconstitution.

Sylvia was cool in nature, but she always unconsciously exuded abewitching and seductive aura because of the virus.

The virus was the real culprit.

She let out a long sigh, and sweat gradually seeped from her forehead.The virus was extraordinarily active with irritation and oppression.

She failed to mitigate the effects of the virus. Thus, her body waschanging between cold and hot state.

At one moment it was like being in a freezing cellar, and at another in afurnace.

She never wanted to experience it again in her life.

Her body was drenched in sweat, her sweaty hair glued to her cheeks.Her pretty, delicate face was thickly veined, and she was biting herlower lip tightly to contain the pain inside her.

She kept breathing deeply as the cold almost froze her.

The virus was never so angry except for its attack four years ago.Now, the virus was torturing her like that again.

Did she have to live like in hell again?

She lay stiffly on the bed, feeling her blood was about to freeze.

She shivered with cold; every cell in her body was hit by the cold.

She was in so much pain that she wanted to Kill herself.

She twitched on the bed, her delicate face contorted. She felt as if shewere covered in ice.

But the next moment a scorching fire replaced the cold and ragedinside her.

She was exposed to the scorching heat of a volcano instead of thebitterly cold before; every cell in her body was grilled by the heat, andher lips split open. Blood seeped out.

She looked horrible.

She curled up her body, suffering the indescribable pain.