After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 136

Sylvia waved her hand. "Don't mention it."

It was on Franklin's treat.

After answering the call from her mother outside the hall, Helena cameto Sylvia and said awkwardly, "Miss Andrews, my mother wants to inviteyou for dinner. Are you available? You have met her in Wilson GroupTulip Town."

"Why?" Sylvia stared at her for a while.

"She likes you and wants to show her gratitude for guiding me insinging,” Helena explained.

Rosie eavesdropped on them. With an odd feeling, she quickly sentWinter a text message to inform Winter.

As night fell, the moon surrounded by several stars was shining in thesky.

Sylvia accepted Helena's invitation and came to Lee Residence afterdancing teaching.

Mrs. Lee warmly ushered her into the dining room. "After getting mydaughter's call, I immediately asked the chef to prepare meals. Helpyourself. Miss Andrews."

“Thank you, Mrs. Lee." She sat down and thanked the servant whohanded her the towel.

“I didn't expect that my daughter is learning dance from you. You are soexcellent. Well, you are about the same age. You are so talented, butmy daughter is so ordinary.” Mrs. Lee ingratiated herself with Sylvia.Helena complained, "Mom, I am a good singer, okay?"

Sylvia chuckled. "Helena is competent in work and good at dancing.Save these polite words. Just get straight to the point."

The moment Sylvia walked into the house, she felt something fishysince Mrs. Lee prepared so many dishes on the table for just threepeople.

Mrs. Lee finally confessed, "Well, actually, I want to tell you something."After Mrs. Lee told Sylvia what happened to Mrs. Booker, Sylvia satand replied expressionlessly, "I'm sorry. I can't offer you help, but I cantell you how to deal with this matter."

"Miss Andrews, last time you exposed that guy was a fraud. I'm glad tohear that you have a way to help us out. I'm all ears." Mrs. Lee nodded.She whispered in Mrs. Lee's ear and sat back. "Got it?"

“Yes. Thank you." Mrs. Lee nodded and put delicious dishes on Sylvia'splate. "Let's enjoy the meal."

After Sylvia finished dinner and left, Helena felt it unreal that Sylvia, at ayoung age, could think of a way to help her sophisticated mother.

She asked, "What did she say to you, mother?"

"Don't be nosy, my girl. You should learn more from her." Mrs. Lee wentback to her bedroom.

Sylvia drove her Land Rover on the road at late night.

On leaving Lee Residence, she noticed she was trailed after by a car.She smirked charmingly and stepped on the gas.

The car sped down the road.

The car trailed after her also sped up.

Sylvia proficiently controlled the car at a high speed and drew distancefrom the car behind her.

She turned into a road with many twists and turns and drove smoothlywith great skill.

The average driver on this road could easily run into the railing on thecurve.

The car behind failed to catch up with her though the driver tried hisbest.

"Fuck."

"Did she hire a professional driver? Why is her car so fast?"

"No, she is the driver.”

"Is she such a good driver?"

Several men in the back of the car were on the verge of vomiting whentheir driver passed several curves at a high speed.

"Come on. Be careful. Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

With the screams of them, the car crashed into the road railings,causing smoke to rise from the engine.

Dazzled, with blood on their heads, they stumbled and tried their bestto get out.

Sylvia drove the Land Rover and disappeared from their sight.

At the sight of the crash behind her in the rear-view mirror, she wore atriumphant smile.

“Pathetic guys. Wanna catch up with me? Dream on.’

The next morning, Sylvia got up to have breakfast as usual and wasready to go to the studio hall.

As soon as she opened the villa door, she was startled by theautomatic loading truck at the entrance piled with more than onehundred boxes.

Inside these boxes were designer bags or clothes.

The driver asked when he saw her, "Are you Miss Andrews? Mr.Maskelyne bought these gifts from Emkath for you. Where do you wantme to put these?"

When she noticed the Bentley not far away, Franklin gracefully walkedover and looked extremely enchanting under the golden morningsunshine.

He sized up Sylvia who wore a white dress.

With long hair and pretty eyes, her fair face glowed under the sunshine.Bewitched by her lovely face, he was eager to dash forward to embraceher.

His heart pounded.

He came to her and looked down. "Do you like these gifts?"

She had received a real estate complex worth 2.8 billion dollars and999 roses and babybreath. Now he sent her luxury brands that filled thetrunk.

Was squandering money all he could do?

She took a deep breath. "Franklin, can you do something meaningful?What you did makes me think you have a bad taste.”

Franklin lost his words. After a while, he asked, "Could you tell me whatI should do, sweetie?"

"Don't call me that way. I get to work now." She cast a glance at theseboxes and speechlessly shook her head.

“These are all the latest clothes and bags. Won't you take a look? You'llreplace something you like." He turned sullen after noticing that sheshowed no interest in the gifts he picked for her.

She disdained to shoot a glance at these expensive gifts.

Different from airline stewardesses who could only afford one or twobags and had to hold back their desire for more bags, Sylvia had nodesire for them.

As tensions grew, Franklin's eyes were bursting with rage.

Mixed feelings rose inside Sylvia.

She had many designer bags, so she didn't need these gifts.

It was just that she couldn't figure out why Franklin sent gifts to her likecrazy.