After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 827

Chapter 827

"Her mother and father are not ordinary people, so she is destined to not be an ordinary child. She must be nurtured from a young age with the burdens she carries." Sylvia seemed to sense everyone's confusion and said calmly, "Don't always bring up her young age. It's precisely because of her youth that we need to cultivate her keen sense from a young age."

After dinner, Sylvia and Franklin didn't linger and prepared to leave.

As they were being sent off by the crowd, Sylvia glanced at Isabelle before getting on the car and said, "Middle Evroya is your territory. Remember what I told you." Isabelle nodded cautiously and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely investigate thoroughly and get to the bottom of this."

After getting on the car, Franklin frowned deeply and looked at Sylvia beside him. Before he could ask, Sylvia took the initiative to explain, "I have found out that the batch of goods in Hipps family's wig factory was shipped from Middle Evroya. If we investigate extensively in Middle Evroya, we must cooperate with Isabelle."

"Middle Evroya?" Franklin squinted his eyes, "The leader of the largest criminal gang in Middle Evroya is called Viper. He is cunning and treacherous, and it's highly likely that they are involved in framing the Hipps family this time."

"Viper is notorious for his evil deeds. If it's really him this time, we'll go straight to his lair and eliminate the harm he's causing to the people!" Sylvia's eyes gleamed with a cold killing intent.

Franklin hugged her and said, "Take a rest for a while. I'll call you when we get to the hotel."

"Okay." She nestled in the man's broad chest and slowly closed her eyes.

The next day, the weather was clear and sunny with brilliant sunshine.

In the Foster mansion's dining hall, there was an eerie atmosphere.

At this moment, June sat in the corner of the restaurant with a strange expression on her face. She sipped her milk while sneakily glancing at the two people not far away.

Watching the atmosphere between those two people, her eyebrows furrowed even more tightly and her face became increasingly strange.

"Delicious, I want more," came Isabelle's voice.

June raised her eyebrows, here she comes again.

Isabelle snuggled up in Darius' arms, comfortably leaning against him, and chewing the food.

Last night they were still very respectful and courteous to each other.

But today they acted like an affectionate couple without the presence of the elderly.

Darius was lost in thought, but the two people sitting next to her at the table didn't even acknowledge her presence and continued their conversation.

"Darius, my back is so sore. Can you give me a massage? You were really intense last night," Isabelle leaned against Darius and suddenly moved her body, reaching out to tug at his shirt.

She spoke very calmly, as if she were talking about drinking water and eating food, just as naturally.

There doesn't seem to be anything inappropriate about it.

As June heard this, her mouth twitched and her face froze.

Could she not say such graphic words at the dinner table?

Darius lowered his gaze and looked at the woman in his arms. He pursed his lips and without any hesitation, reached out to rub her slender waist.

There was tenderness in the stern gaze.

"Ouch, be gentle." Isabelle frowned.

Darius looked at Isabelle's cute face, and his big hand relaxed a bit. Then he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her. "We need to do it more often in the future, so you'll get used to it and won't feel sore." June looked completely bewildered and stared at Darius in horror!

Oh my, did her cold and icy older brother say that?

Isabelle turned her head to glare at the man behind her. Seeing his serious expression, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and say, "My back still hurts."

Darius frowned slightly and pursed his thin lips. "We'll continue tonight."

"I don't care, I can't do it anymore," Isabelle thought about her old waist and decided not to continue. This man's strength is too much, her waist might break.

"Hmph! Miss Andrews' exercise method that she gave you, if you don't cooperate with me to do massage and relaxation after the exercise, your body will easily become deformed," Darius said with a gloomy face. He wouldn't miss the opportunity to have close contact with his lover.

After Isabelle exercised last night, he quickly gave her a massage. However, she still complained about his strong hands and even kicked him out of the room.

Early in the morning, she continued to complain about her sore waist. She was really too weak.

June realized that she was imagining things. She took a deep breath and felt that she couldn't stay any longer.

Just then, there came the sound of footsteps and the old Mrs. Foster and a few others stepped into the dining room.

Darius immediately regained his calm and indifferent demeanor, but his actions remained gentle and considerate. He handed Isabelle a piece of paper and wiped the corner of her mouth, asking, "Are you full?"

"Yes."

"Grandma, Isabelle and I have something to do. We're going to the mall today to buy some things," Darius said as he took Isabelle's hand and left.

Today they were going to visit the president of H Rovirsa, so they naturally need to prepare some gifts.

...

Inside the hotel, Sylvia was typing.

Franklin walked over, his lips curved perfectly and his deep eyes fixed on her. He placed the honey water he was holding in front of Sylvia and said, "Have some water." Sylvia lifted her head from her notebook and saw that Franklin seemed to be in a good mood, with his dark eyes occasionally sparkling and his lips slightly upturned.

Sylvia raised her head slightly and gave Franklin a glance, then picked up the water and took a sip, the temperature of which was just right.

Franklin's eyes darkened.

Looking at her red lips, he wanted to bite them right away. However, he held back.

"What's up?" Franklin turned to Jasper and asked nonchalantly.

"Weston sent you an invitation to his auction house's fifth anniversary celebration today. He said there will be a big event, and the treasures this time will be better than ever before. I'm guessing he has been collecting some really good stuff for years," Jasper replied.

"He sent me an invitation too." Sylvia clicked on the flashing symbol at the bottom right of her computer screen, and an electronic invitation popped up immediately.

There were many treasures auctioned off at Weston's auction house, although Sylvia was actually the true owner behind it all. However, she didn't usually manage it; she only dealt with financial matters like collecting payments.

"It seems like he has acquired something valuable," Franklin raised his eyebrows. Weston had sent invitations to both of them, so he must have gotten his hands on something good that interested them both. After all, there weren't many things that could capture Sylvia and Franklin's interest these days.

Sylvia leaned against Franklin's chest with half-closed eyes. "But we promised the President that we would have dinner together."

"Well, considering your relationship with him, it doesn't matter if you don't go," Franklin rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his dark eyes flickered slightly in amusement.

Sylvia nodded in agreement. "You're right; I'll send him a message on Facebook saying that we won't make it tonight because we're going to the auction instead."

The items at Weston's place were definitely not available in the market outside; therefore she decided to personally check them out.

As night fell over, a bustling street filled with twinkling lights and stars dotting above, like diamonds scattered across black sky.

A black Bentley sped down towards its final destination.

It slowly pulled into an underground parking lot in front of a magnificent golden building.

The parking lot was already packed full of various luxury cars by now.

"Get out," Franklin commanded as Jasper helped him and Sylvia open their car doors.

Just as they got out of their car, they heard a somewhat hoarse voice say, "Mr. Maskelyne."

Sylvia turned around only to see a familiar face standing before her.

"Mr. Mcguire." upon seeing Katie's father approaching them again after the unpleasant events at Katie's birthday party held at Balfax Mansion, where tensions ran high between everyone, including himself, Franklin simply nodded slightly, his cold face devoid of any additional expression.

Surprisingly, Mr. Mcguire didn't appear bothered by Franklin's indifference. It was as if their previous encounter hadn't affected their rapport at all. Despite the uncomfortable situation for everyone involved, they carried on as if everything was fine. He truly had thick skin indeed!

Katie wore a stunning pink cocktail dress and curiously surveyed Sylvia and Franklin. She felt a bit disappointed when she realized Brayden wasn't there.