After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 1000: Let You Know Who is the Boss At that moment, a series of chaotic footsteps could be heard.

Franklin listened intently, his unfocused eyes turning towards the door, the source of the noise.

Although he couldn't see, his hearing was now many times more sensitive.

Sure enough, two or three minutes later, the President's displeased voice echoed from the doorway.

"What do you think you're doing? Rebelling?" "Mr. President, what brings you here so late at night?" Franklin's voice was cold.

It didn't sound like a son speaking to his father at all.

The President's face turned green with anger. He pointed at Franklin, wanting to scold him. "You!" But as soon as he said a word, he put his hand down in frustration because no matter what he did, Franklin couldn't see it. This made him extremely annoyed.

Thinking about how he had gone to great lengths to bring back his son only for him to becblind made him even more depressed.

Being blind was one thing, but his heart was still set on a daughter-in-law whom the President completely disapproved of. So yesterday, he had a wicked idea and sent a woman to Franklin.

This woman was carefully selected, with a voluptuous figure that no man could resist.

And the result? This damn blind man kicked her so hard that he broke two of her ribs.

She had just cto him crying, scaring the President half to death.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't swallow this anger and decided to cpersonally to reprimand his disobedient son.

These days, what kind of son behaves like this? Completely disregarding his father! He took a deep breath, his voice still filled with severe displeasure. "Why did you hit a woman? Don't you have any manners? All those years of education for nothing? I heard you graduated from a prestigious school. Is this what you learned there?" Franklin curled his lips in a smile full of endless sarcasm. "Mr. President, if you chere for this matter, then please leave. I don't usually hit women, but I absolutely cannot tolerate a woman who tries to challenge my bottom line." "Between men and women, it's just those things! What did she do wrong? She just wanted to stay with you and help you! She's so kind and beautiful, yet you completely ignored her sincerity and trampled on it!" The President argued unreasonably.

He made a sordid affair sound exceptionally pure and refined.

It completely refreshed Jasper's understanding. He stared at the President in disbelief. This... truly worthy of someone who often gives speeches! Turning black into white with such skill is indeed admirable.

Franklin was amused by his biological father's words.

See, this is his biological father. How is he any different from Tyrell, his adoptive father? Saying such subversive things with such righteousness.

"Mr. President, if you're here to talk about this garbage, please leave." After saying that, he directly groped his way to the bed in front of the President. "Please don't disturb my rest. After all... I am now a patient." The President was so angry that he almost choked. "Tomorrow I'll pick another beauty to send over. You'd better be sensible. What man doesn't want a few women who understand him by his side?" "You're talking about yourself! Abandoning your wife for other women!" Franklin's expression was icy, and the room's temperature instantly dropped.

He could never forget the image of his biological mother dying in despair.

What kind of torment and pain it was.

Later... he was driven out of the house by this heartless man.

His mother's despair before her death had long been imprinted in his heart. So he vowed that his woman would be happy for life! He would never betray Sylvia! Hearing Franklin's provocation, the President's face changed drastically. He held back his anger but said nothing.

He turned and left.

He was furious! Tomorrow he would find a way to teach this disobedient son a lesson and let him know who is the boss! Lakeside Pavilion of the Hipps Residence.

Maritza had barely slept all night. She watched as the eastern sky turned pale and then brightened with the rising sun. The sunlight spread across the land but did not reach her heart.

She held her phone but had no mood to look at the trending topics. Every word seemed to sting her eyes.

It felt like the whole world was accusing her perfof being toxic! How could this be? She couldn't understand it no matter how much she thought about it.

Suddenly, the clock on the wall struck eight times! She woke up as if from a dream, staring at the number eight with a pale face. It was eight o'clock! Her hands trembling, she opened her phone contacts and immediately called the master's disciple.

The call went through, but it rang for a long twithout anyone answering.

She beceven more panicked. "Why isn't anyone answering? Why?" "When they took my money, it wasn't like this!" Unbelievingly, she continued to dial, but still, no one answered.

She was relentless! Kept calling.

After more than ten attempts, someone finally picked up.

A man's impatient voice cthrough. "Who is it? Can't you let people sleep?" Maritza clung to the phone like a lifeline. "Master... where is the master? Call him quickly! My perfhas problems; many people are cursingnow. How can I survive in the perfindustry?" "It's you!" The man recognized her voice and saw the caller ID. He was instantly furious. "If it weren't for your array eye being destroyed last night, we wouldn't have spent all night trying to fix it!" He had spent the entire night assisting his master and only got to sleep at dawn! And now this woman woke him up again after just a short nap.

He was livid! The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. "How did you guard your array? Are you sick? Such an important array got destroyed!" "The array-destroyed?" Maritza felt faint and nearly passed out.

She swayed, and if she hadn't been sitting on the sofa, she might have fallen to the ground.

"I didn't do anything; how could it be destroyed?" Maritza screamed in disbelief. "You're lying! You must be lying!" "Why would I fie? My master suffered backlash last night and et vomited blood badly! We tried all night but couldn't fix it! You! What should say to you? Wait for your punishment for destroying the array! Not even gods can save you!" The man hung up angrily, cursing under his breath.

He walked into another room and checked on the middle-aged man still unconscious on the bed. The man's face was ashen and looked very weak.

Even in sleep, his breathing was rapid.

The young man quickly poured a glass of water and helped the middle-aged man drink it.

After drinking a glass of medicinal water, the middle-aged man finally caught his breath and slowly opened his eyes. "What tis it?" "It's half-past eight in the morning," the young man immediately replied.

"Rodney, how is the array?" The master's voice was weak but still concerned about the array.

"Master, I've been guarding it all night but to no avail," Rodney sighed. "We need to find another way." He didn't dare tell his master that he had slacked off and slept for fear of being scolded.

The master's cloudy eyes showed a trace of unwillingness. "We worked so hard to gather so much luck, but now the array is broken. It seems necessary to contact my master Tobias again. But my master wanders everywhere; he's hard to find." Little did he know that his master was currently at the Sweeney family residence, assisting Master Wood.

Tobias was fanning Master Wood's furnace with a flattering expression, sweating profusely without bothering to wipe it off.

The temperature in the alchemy room was extremely high as they were refining pills in the furnace, said to be slife-extending medicine! If he helped Master Wood successfully refine them, he might even get rewarded with one of those pills himself.

Just thinking about getting one of those life-extending pills made him fan even harder.

After all, Master Wood was very powerful.

Being Master Wood's assistant was a blessing he had earned through hard work.

He wondered how his disciple's Luck Absorption Array was doing recently.

Thinking of this, he called his disciple because even if he becsuccessful, he couldn't forget his disciple; traditions needed to be passed down after all.

The call was quickly answered. "Master-" As soon as it connected, his disciple's painful voice cthrough. "Please save me! I've been backlashed!" "What happened?" Tobias was shocked. "Telleverything." So his disciple recounted how they had tried to fix the array last night.

Tobias's face turned pale. "Your array must have been sabotaged. Where are you? I have smedicine that can reduce backlash effects; I'll bring you one. You should feel better after taking it." The disciple felt like seeing a savior and was tearfully grateful. "Thank you, Master." Meanwhile, Maritza was too scared to go to her company and could only hide in her small courtyard, trembling. If even the master couldn't help her, what should she do? Hipps Group's perfdivision was in chaos.

"I told you long ago that her perfhad problems." "She must have used switchcraft or something! That's why her perfis so weird." "Stop sales immediately." "General Manager, we must stop sales and halt production of new products." "Otherwise, Hipps Group will fall because of her!" Joel Hipps looked worried and could only inform Clare. Clare had also heard about this issue.

"Joel, first issue an apology statement.

But we need to investigate this bad luck issue elthoroughly. Also, I suggest our employees use this perfthemselves to see if it really brings bad luck; I don't believe in these strange things."