After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 819

Chapter 819

Mollie didn't know anyone from the Fox Family, and she only heard about them through hearsay. These were all rumors, and she wasn't sure of the specifics.

"I don't think things are looking good," Sylvia said.

If it was a good outcome, Clare should have already been released without charges. But that wasn't the case.

Sylvia couldn't help but picture Clare's handsome and imposing face in her mind. She didn't know why, but there was always a strange sense of intimacy when it came to the Hipps family. Maybe it was because of Clare's sincerity? Or maybe... the wisdom of old Mrs. Hipps?

Sylvia didn't know.

They stayed at a hotel first, and Mollie had dinner with them before going back together. Sylvia and Franklin also went back to their reserved room.

While Franklin went to take a shower, Sylvia called out to everyone in the "Secretly, Greatly" group chat.

"Clare is my friend, and something happened with the Hipps family. I want to help him."

Alby replied first: "Damn! The President in Aettosa is too strong-willed; ordinary people can't change his mind."

Ward added: "The evidence against Hipps family is solid; there's little chance for an appeal since they used their official seal."

Chad chimed in: "This is clearly framing! How could the Hipps family do such a thing?"

Wangba added: "Who knows? It doesn't look good for them this time."

Zero said: "I need your help."

Sylvia stared at her phone screen with narrowed eyes as she spoke up again."Help me replace out about that wig factory owned by Hipps family in H Rovirsa... and proof that it was Andrews family mother- daughter who stamped on those documents."

"How do we even begin?" Chad asked incredulously."The Andrews family mother-daughter duo are too ruthless!"

"I agree," Wangba said thoughtfully."Let's start by investigating the wig factory."

"That's right!" Alby exclaimed."Let's get moving!"

The core members of Secretly Greatly were all present in this chat group. But there were also some ordinary members below them. They usually assisted them with tasks or provided support when needed. Just then, Sylvia heard the bathroom door open with a loud clatter. A man walked out wearing nothing but a fair bathrobe. The open collar revealed his sturdy chest muscles which still glistened slightly from water droplets. It was quite an enticing sight indeed!

Sylvia calmly put down her phone while suppressing her heart rate. "Are you done showering?"

Franklin held a towel in his hand and walked over to her while wiping his hair. "I've prepared the water for you, go ahead and take a shower."

Sylvia hooked her lips and smiled. This man is always so attentive and considerate.

Watching her slender figure disappear into the bathroom, Franklin averted his gaze.

Take out the hair dryer and start buzzing while blowing your hair.

But her smile from just now, her delicate nose, rosy lips that seemed perfect for kissing kept echoing in his mind. And below that was her slender neck, so fair and smooth without any blemish. The man felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to leave a kiss mark on her neck...

His gaze grew deeper, he put down the hair dryer in his hand and walked towards the bathroom.

After a day of flying, Sylvia was exhausted and nestled in the bathtub, with warm water enveloping her body.

Crash!

The door of the bathroom is open.

In the rising mist, she looked up and saw the man standing motionless at the door, gazing at her.

Franklin's previously calm blood instantly boiled at this moment.

He closed the bathroom door with his deep eyes and walked towards Sylvia, who was nestled in the soft bathtub.

The woman's fair skin caught the eye, along with her delicate and slender neck. Her captivating gaze seemed to be tinted with the mist inside the bathroom.

He leaned down slightly and pressed his lips against hers, gently biting them.

"Darling, kiss me."

Sylvia moved slightly, but before she could speak, she saw the man's eyes darken even more. He grabbed her delicate chin and silenced her with his lips. "Good."

Franklin raised his eyebrows slightly and curled his lips, slowly approaching her. "Am I dominant?" he asked in a calm tone.

She had no chance to answer again, as all the voices were completely drowned out.

The morning sun shines into the room, warm and gentle on the bed. The tree branches outside the window are filled with fresh green vitality.

When Sylvia woke up, it was already bright outside.

She felt uncomfortable all over, her two legs were already numb and without sensation, as if her whole body had been hollowed out. All the memories in her mind were about how she tossed and turned last night, how she was confused and infatuated.

She squinted and tried to keep her spirits up, but she was still a little dizzy from the sunlight outside the window. Her head was spinning, a lingering effect of indulgence.

The group is very quiet, there is no message at all.

She put down her phone and shifted her body slightly, only to catch a glimpse of the man's prominent Adam's apple and the beautifully defined jawline above it.

At this moment, he was still sleeping with his eyes lightly closed and expressionless face, but there was still a somewhat imposing aura between his eyebrows.

Her whole body suddenly fell back into the chest where she had slept all night.

The man spoke with a voice that was even deeper and huskier than usual.

"Are you awake?"

He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, leaned forward slightly, and his charming and elegant face was close to hers.

There was already a faint and refreshing scent emanating from him, and with each breath he took, it filled her nostrils even more.

"How do you feel, honey?" Franklin spoke softly, his deep eyes staring at her dotingly, and his big palm kneading her waist with moderate force. Sylvia looked up at him and said, "Hmm, it's okay."

After tossing and turning all night, he finally had the decency to take some time to relax and unwind.

Franklin squinted his eyes and pressed her head into his arms, his big hand stroking her hair, which was soft and emitted a faint scent of shampoo.

The man's large palm covered her delicate lower abdomen, he lowered his head and pressed his lips close to her ear, lightly touching the curve of her earlobe.

Gradually, the man's breathing began to intensify and his Adam's apple rolled slightly twice.

Sylvia inadvertently shifted her body.

"Don't move!"

The man's voice was hoarse and husky, while his elegant features exuded a sexy restraint.

He lowered his gaze and shifted his focus to his own waist and abdomen, his voice restrained with discomfort. "Honey... be good."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Franklin's handsome and reserved face, "I'm going to take a shower!"

He let go of the woman beside him and strode towards the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of rushing cold water for a shower came from inside.

Clare had lost track of how many days she had been locked up in Aettosa prison. Every day felt like a blur, living in a constant state of confusion and despair. It was hard to believe that he, the heir to the Hipps Group, was now an inmate.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself for this possibility, it still felt unbearable. The endless days in prison could break anyone's spirit, but he kept telling himself to hold on and wait for things to clear up. His parents wouldn't abandon him.

But the cruel reality kept hitting him over and over again - he was really behind bars with no one coming to save him.

He knew some martial arts and boxing techniques from training before, but compared to the other inmates who were hardened criminals, he didn't stand a chance.

In Aettosa prison there was an unwritten rule - whoever had the strongest fighting skills became the leader among inmates. Even guards looked up to them with respect because they commanded authority within their own community.

To become a leader meant challenging others one by one until you reached the top like gladiators fighting their way through layers of opponents until they emerged victorious at last!

The guards must have been bored or something because they created an arena where prisoners could fight each other while they watched and cheered on from sidelines. They even gave rewards for those who won fights.

Since arriving at Aettosa prison, Clare fought ten matches every day until now where he has reached silver level status among fighters inside jail walls. If he defeated Diamond-level boss, then he would be crowned as kingpin among all prisoners here!

Lying down on his bed covered in bruises, Ronnie Quincy brought him water and helped clean his wounds sympathetically, saying, "Mr. Clare, please don't fight anymore! You're already so badly hurt!" "Ronnie, I need to get out," Clare said vainly, staring at the ceiling above him."If I can reach Diamond level, I can make a request that even guards cannot refuse. I want three days outside! I have got evidence that will prove the Hipps family is innocent!"

"What good will three days do?" Ronnie asked tearfully, putting towel back into the basin, which turned red instantly due to blood stains."Your life is more important than anything else."

"I don't care!" Clare replied determinedly."The Hipps family has been framed. I cannot just sit here waiting for my fate. I need to go out!"

"He had to get out! After taking down the boss, he could request three days off! Ronnie pulled out the ointment given to prisoners at the silver level and applied it to Clare's wound. "Mr. Clare, you're badly hurt." Non-ranked prisoners don't even receive ointment for their injuries, and if they die from severe injuries, no one would mourn them."