After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 759

Chapter 759

Katie was well aware of how to be charming in front of her elders. Sheimmediately put on a cute and charming expression, saying, "Mr.Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, hello. Thank you for coming.”

She gazed at the gift from Mrs. Maskelyne, a limited-edition piece ofjewelry by X. She felt elated inside, having received two sets today.With a bright smile, she continued, "Thank you for the gifts; I really likethem.”

Mr. Mcguire had heard that Alondra had gone out to invite guests. Heinitially thought that Alondra's acquaintances would mostly becolleagues from her hospital or at most some hospital administrators.He never expected that the guests who arrived were none other thanTyrell Maskelyne and his wife.

This brought him some relief, and he welcomed them, saying, "Mr.Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, it's been a long time."

Tyrell held a black cat in his arms, the cat's eerie green eyes exudingan inexplicable sense of eeriness. Several timid individuals didn't dareto look at him. Instead, they chose to selectively ignore the strangeblack cat in his arms.

Tyrell replied nonchalantly, "Politeness is not necessary."

Mr. Mcguire smiled and introduced them to everyone. “I assume thatmany of you might not be familiar with Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne. Theyare the founders of the renowned Maskelyne Research Laboratory, oneof the most prestigious laboratories internationally. Even my sister,Alondra, takes pride in studying at the Maskelyne ResearchLaboratory."

Alondra held a unique position in the country's medical field, makinginfluential figures eager to befriend her. Consequently, Alondra invitedmany guests who were high-profile patients she had successfullytreated.

Upon hearing Mr. Mcguire's introduction, the attendees engaged inconversation and exchanged pleasantries with the Maskelyne couple."Mr. Maskelyne, your demeanor is truly outstanding. I've heard that theMaskelyne Research Laboratory is researching drugs to treat cancer. Iwonder if it's true?" someone in the crowd inquired.

Mrs. Maskelyne replied with a calm demeanor, "Indeed, we areresearching drugs in that area. Currently, we are in the experimentalphase, and if the results turn out as expected, they should be madeavailable for use in major hospitals."

Upon hearing this, the guests reacted with astonishment, and Alondra'sface displayed a hint of radiance. "I'm fortunate to have the opportunityto participate in the joint research. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne,for this chance.”

"Wow! That's truly impressive!"

“I never expected the Maskelyne Research Laboratory to be sopowerful.”

“That's right!"

"Alondra, your medical skills are exceptional. If this research succeeds,it will be a significant contribution to humanity!"

The guests who were initially disappointed for not attending the Wrightfamily event found some solace. Building good relations with theowners of these research labs could ensure access to top-grademedications in the future, as long as they were willing to pay. After all,who could say no to money?

Especially those who weren't in the best of health immediately startedto discuss the cost of maintaining such a laboratory. Tyrell'scountenance darkened, and he responded, “Indeed, we require asubstantial capital flow. While we have received some support fromAettosa, the main source of funding is something we must handleourselves."

“You are truly magnificent, making a significant contribution to theprogress of society and the development of humanity, Mr. and Mrs.Maskelyne," someone praised, leading to enthusiastic admiration.Tyrell and his wife's main purpose for attending was not merely a socialgathering but rather to seek investments and financial gains.Encouraging these wealthy guests to open their wallets was a skill thatMr. and Mrs. Tyrell excelled at. As long as they maintained the rightlevel of prestige, these well-off individuals would willingly contribute.After a fulfilling dinner, Tyrell discreetly glanced at Mrs. Maskelyne. Thecouple rose from their seats, and Mr. Mcguire personally escorted themto the door, displaying the utmost respect and reverence.

“Thank you for coming,” he said with formality.

"Please, do not trouble yourselves to see us off,” Tyrell replied.

As they parted ways, he added, "We look forward to futureinteractions."

At that moment, the event next door at the Wright family gathering alsoconcluded, and the Wrights were seen bidding farewell to their guests.Tyrell raised his cold gaze and caught sight of a familiar figure. Heobserved her with a cold and watchful eye.

Mrs. Maskelyne followed her husband's line of sight and frowned whenshe recognized the woman. She replied harshly, "Franklin, what areyou doing here?"

"Are you suggesting that you can come, but we can't?" Franklin's voicewas icy and unapologetic.

Mrs. Maskelyne turned to face a captivating woman whose exquisiteprofile, coldly sculpted jawline, and exceptional poise commandedattention, even when she was looking down at her phone.

It was Sylvia, once again.

Sylvia!

Mrs. Maskelyne glared at Sylvia, her voice dripping with condescensionas she sneered, "I won't associate with your kind."

Her tone reeked of haughty superiority.

This audacity and arrogance made Arian, who was just about to leave,pause in confusion. Someone dared to speak to Sylvia in such a high-handed and arrogant manner?

Blake, already outside the door, saw Arian halt and turned back toinvestigate the situation.

"What is this, a witch straight out of Snow White? Who is she?" Blakevoiced his annoyance with a frustrated frown.

Despite her unique and attractive features, Mrs. Maskelyne's nose hada particular curvature that some might describe as distinctive, whileothers less kindly might call it a "witch's nose.”

"You...," Mrs. Maskelyne retorted to Blake's taunt. “Where did you comefrom? Do you even know who I am?"

“I have no idea who you are,” Blake, handsome and charming, repliedwith irritation. "But if you dare to bully our Sylvia, you might as well be awitch."

At that moment, Franklin approached Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne,exuding an icy aura that sent shivers down everyone's spines. Hishandsome face was etched with displeasure.

"Even though you are my adoptive parents, you cannot treat mywoman so rudely," he declared, positioning himself protectively in frontof Sylvia.

While Franklin had been subject to Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne'sauthority in the past, that dynamic had changed. He was nowunburdened by their influence.

“If you have any grievances, come at me," he declared. "Come at me!""Come at you?" Tyrell's eyes flashed with malice. "Very well, hand overMaskelyne Group and SouthStar Airlines."

Their confrontation left the entire audience stunned, with wide-eyedonlookers struggling to comprehend the familial feud unfolding beforethem.

Had the father and son just torn their relationship apart?

Wait, did they say "adoptive parents"?

Wasn't Franklin a member of the Maskelyne family?

The thought of Maskelyne Group falling into the hands of Mr. and Mrs.Tyrell was nothing short of catastrophic. The couple had always beenconsumed by their research and had no aptitude for business. The oldMaskelyne had chosen to entrust the future of Maskelyne Group toFranklin, his adopted grandson, for good reason.

Over the years, Tyrell and his wife had consistently attempted to wrestcontrol of Maskelyne Group, even trying to ruin Franklin, yet they hadnever succeeded.

Sylvia had seen through the true nature of these malevolent couplelong ago.

“Let's go," she said.

Franklin nodded, extending his large hand to clasp Sylvia's. Her handwas soft, and its touch brought calm to his once-turbulent emotions.Tyrell lightly stroked the head of the black cat nestled in his arms,casually asking, "Well, don't you want to know about your biologicalparents?"

Franklin paused, his tall figure briefly stiffening. He didn't turn around,but his voice carried a profound silence and an irresistible force.

“If my biological parents want to replace me, they'll replace me. If I want to replacethem, I'll replace them on my own. No need for your concern.”

He didn't know who his biological parents were, and he had no interestin seeking them out. His relationship with them had been severed fromthe moment they had abandoned him. Forcibly mending thatrelationship held little meaning.

Being with Sylvia, working with MI6, and staying connected toMaskelyne Group and SouthStar Airlines was all he needed.

“This is an heirloom from your mother. Are you sure you don't want it?"Mrs. Maskelyne produced a red brocade pouch seemingly from thin airand waved it enticingly in front of Franklin.

Sylvia frowned at the couple's relentless manipulations. It seemed thatthey would go to any length to keep control over Franklin, evenresorting to using heirlooms as leverage.

Clearly, their goal was to regain control over Franklin.

However, Franklin remained resolute and shook his head. "I don't wantit. What use do I have for something left behind by a woman whoabandoned me?"

"How heartless you are!" Mrs. Maskelyne clucked her tonguedisapprovingly. "Since you don't want it, I might as well burn it."Franklin's expression betrayed a hidden determination as he raised aneyebrow in disdain. "Feel free."

Mrs. Maskelyne, growing increasingly frustrated, promptly instructed awaiter. "Get me a lighter."

She couldn't believe that Franklin would remain unperturbed if shereally set the heirloom aflame.

Just as the flames were about to touch the red brocade pouch, a swiftfigure moved like lightning, launching directly towards Mrs. Maskelyne.Mrs. Maskelyne deftly evaded the attack, and the next moment, the twowere locked in a fierce struggle. They sparred vigorously, each refusingto yield.

As the onlookers gaped in astonishment at this bewildering spectacle,suddenly, a resounding thud echoed through the air!

Mrs. Maskelyne's body followed a parabolic path and landed heavily,splashing into the central water feature in the hotel's lobby. This was aprosperity pond adorned with several Koi fish swimming gracefully.She emerged from the water, furious and soaked, only to replace Sylviaholding up the red brocade pouch, arching an eyebrow mockingly ather.