After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 591

Chapter 591

She had a decent smile on her face, but in her mind she waswondering why Franklin was still with Sylvia even now.

Even if she became the Hipps family's lady, why was she stillunpopular?

She smiled at Franklin and said, "We, the Hipps family, recentlyintended to invest in a factory in Larro. We've bought the land; it is theWilson Group's abandoned factory. Wilson Group sold it to us at a lowprice. So ... I'm much more competent than Sylvia."

Franklin glanced coldly at Tammy, not understanding what thisannoying woman was chattering about.

He spoke indifferently, his tone flooded with coldness, “Really? Clarkwas put in jail some time ago, you didn't know?"

Tammy's face froze and her eyes widened in disbelief, "What did yousay ..."

"Aren't you working with the Wilson Group, which has now changedownership and is controlled by someone else from the Wilson family,and seems to be close to closing down?"

Franklin's tone was so icy.

Skyla stared at Franklin with a pale face, "How is it possible ..."

Her chest rose and fell fiercely, and for a long time she didn't comeback to her senses. With a sullen face, she turned her head and said toTammy next to her, "We heard it wrong, didn't we? It must be fakenews."

"You guys are too ignorant, right? It was on the international news."Franklin spoke in a light-hearted manner, not bothering to talk toTammy, whose strong perfume made his nose uncomfortable.

So he strode towards the window and wanted to get some fresh air.And at this point, mother and daughter were no longer in the mood tovisit the sick.

Skyla's legs were weak, her chest hurt and yet there was nothing shecould do about it.

Since Clark was arrested, her partnership with him was all over andshe was doomed.

The mother and daughter did not even have time to wave goodbye, andthen hurriedly left hand in hand.

At this time, Sylvia inside the ward no longer wanted to waste any moretime, she was sweeping a cold glance towards Dr. Mitchell, “Are yougoing to do it or not? If you don't do it, I will do it."

“Yes! I'll do it!" Dr. Mitchell, not knowing where he got a surge ofcourage, trusted Sylvia to the utmost.

Without further hesitation, he directly began to follow Sylvia'sinstructions and started to apply the needles.

And just moments after he dropped the needle, Alondra was not happy.As an expert, she needed to stop them from making mistakes.

"Wait!"

"Ms. Wolfe, what do you want again?" Sylvia lazily looked at Alondra’'ssmooth face with her arms around her chest, "If you have something tosay, say it quickly and don't waste our time."

Alondra didn't expect such a young girl to be so arrogant, she smiledand put on airs, "Miss Andrews, you may really have some ability, buthave you thought about what the consequences would be if you failedto save the old Mr. Bennett?"

“I advise you to give up, it's a life, a founding father's life."

"I say that with the best of intentions, you can't afford to thatresponsibility.”

"Ms. Wolfe, I'll give you all those words you said to yourself." Sylviafound Alondra chirpy and annoying, totally ruining her mood.

She swept a glance at Dr. Mitchell, who was sticking the needle, andher voice was strong and irrefutable, "Just go ahead."

Dr. Mitchell hesitated when he thought of the dangerous points Sylviahad told him about.

Alondra’s words rang in his ears, "Dr. Mitchell, are you going to bet yourfuture on the word of a charlatan? She asked you to apply the needle,why didn't she do it herself? Because ... you should be the one whotakes the blame if it fails!"

What a good point!

Dr. Mitchell's face was white, he was now the director ... with his age, ifsomething went wrong, what awaited him in the future would be...Thinking about it, his face became even more terrible.

Sylvia frowned at the sweat beading on Dr. Mitchell's forehead andreached out directly, "Give me the needle."

It seemed that he could not drop the needle.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Alondra’s lips.

She was trying to force Sylvia to do it herself. She didn't know this kindof medical skills, but looking at Dr. Mitchell's face just now, she couldtell that those acupuncture points should not be easily poked.

In that case ...

So almost everyone's eyes widened and looked towards Sylvia's finger.Her long, slender, fair fingers pinched the silver needles. Beforeeveryone could see it clearly, Sylvia had poked the old Mr. Bennett'shead quickly and accurately with the needles one after another.

Dr. Mitchell marveled at her smooth movements, he prided himself onbeing a master, but in front of Sylvia ... he felt that his skills werenothing.

Her skills were just perfect.

She was simply so familiar with the acupuncture points on the humanbody to a certain extent.

He had no doubt that even with her eyes closed, she could apply theneedles accurately.