After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia was amused by Poppy.

She darted at Franklin and said to Poppy, "Let's go." Franklin felt that Sylvia had stopped loving him. She even preferred Poppy more than him as she accepted Poppy's invitation.

On the contrary, Sylvia always rejected him.

Franklin said to the other two men, "Thank you for your help today, Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee. | would like to invite you to join us for lunch.” Mr. Carrillo replied with a smile, "We need a reservation before going to Royal Galaxy, right?" "Mr. Carrillo, Sylvia will go with us. Don't worry. We will have a table for sure,” Poppy chimed in. Then she looked at Sylvia in admiration. "Right, Sylvia?" James once told her that Sylvia told them not to make a reservation before going to Royal Galaxy as she had privileges there.

Poppy wondered if it worked.

Sylvia beamed at others. "It's my honor to have lunch with you, Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee. Shall we go now?" Franklin, however, furrowed his brows, wondering about the relationship between Sylvia and the owner of Royal Galaxy Restaurant.

'Is the restaurant owner one of her pursuers?’ The thought drove him to go crazy. Instantly, Franklin wished to beat the restaurant owner up and bomb the restaurant.

They left Tulip Town.

For the first time, Franklin felt his younger sister was an obstacle.

Poppy even invited Sylvia to sit in her Porsche. When Sylvia got in, Poppy looked attentive and excited, and her smile reminded Franklin of a Samoyed dog. He had also seen such a kind of expression on the Kennedy brothers before.

Franklin wondered if his sister was lesbian.

He was alert against Logan and the Kennedy brothers, but now he also seemed to guard against his younger sister.

Franklin's face darkened. Sitting in the Bentley, he seethed with rage.

He was proud of his Bentley Amage 728, which cost several million dollars. It had the most high-end design and features, including leather seats and interior decoration.

Moreover, there was a DVD system with a 24-inch LED screen and a stereo system. The back compartment could be used as a private mobile theater.

He wanted to impress Sylvia with it, but she had chosen to take Poppy's Porsche 911.

Franklin was so riled up.

Gritting his teeth, he stared daggers at the red Porsche in front of his car.

When they pulled up to the entrance of Royal Galaxy Restaurant, several ushers came over to help them park the cars.

Once they got off, they saw James, Romeo, and Paul waiting at the door.

Franklin looked sullen, wondering why the three got together. They seemed to be waiting for them.

The next second, James, whose head was bandaged, scooted over with a flattering smile. "Hey, Sylvia. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Then he bowed, nodded at Sylvia, reached his arm, and pushed the restaurant door open. "Hurry. Get in. It's too hot outside." Romeo was annoyed and pushed him away. Then he showed Sylvia the way. "My goddess, dishes in Royal Galaxy are all delicious. The lunch is on my brother.” "Miss Andrews, | hope you'll enjoy the food. Romeo told me you'd saved him in the nightclub a few days ago. | must treat you to lunch to thank you. I'll also treat you to dinner, breakfast, and midnight supper. Every day..." Paul winked at Sylvia, wearing a smile that he thought could make him look handsome. "I'd love to be in charge of your meals all your life." Romeo and he went to visit James in the hospital. However, James received Poppy's message earlier. She told him they were going to have lunch in Royal Galaxy Restaurant.

The three young men went to the restaurant immediately.

James even felt much better.

Weirdly, Romeo and James were foes before, but they became Sylvia's fans. Although they still argued from time to time, they stopped fighting violently.

"Paul Kennedy, stop being so stupid," Sylvia snapped and cast him an impatient glance.

Holding the hemline of her traditional dress, she entered the restaurant lobby.

Poppy hurriedly followed her. "Slow down, Sylvia. Wait for us." Paul greeted Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee.

The two influential men from Vista University were inquisitive about Sylvia's background.

She looked pretty with an excellent temperament.

Poppy seemed to be close to her, and Paul fawned over her.

When Franklin contacted them, they thought something terrible had happened. However, Franklin only asked them to defend the young woman named Sylvia.

When Sylvia talked to Paul, she sounded like Paul was just her errand boy, and Paul didn't become angry. Instead, he looked joyful.

Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee exchanged glances in confusion.

They had to admit that they were too old to understand the youngsters.

The three young men and Poppy chitchatted with Sylvia, laughing from time to time. Sylvia leaned slightly toward them, her eyes glimmering. Seemingly she focused on their conversation.

Suddenly, Franklin wanted to seize her wrist. However, she raised her hand quickly to dodge his hand.

Franklin pressed his lips together with his hand in mid-air, gazing at Sylvia without blinking.

Anger surged in his eyes, which almost sparked the angry flames.

‘Why is she so interested in the conversation of those kids? Why did she dodge my touch?’ The irritation gathered in his eyes.

The first-floor lobby of the restaurant was filled with tension. Even the waiters and waitresses felt terrified.

However, Paul was the exception. He raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

Sylvia didn't treat Franklin better because of his gorgeous face.

Watching the scene, Paul felt less depressed after Sylvia refused him.

As long as Franklin suffered, he would be delighted.

Sylvia went to the front desk.

Before she spoke, the lobby manager excitedly greeted her, "Good day, Miss Andrews. You look wonderful today. | thought I'd seen a celestial being from a painting.” "Oh, save it." Sylvia curled up her lips into a faint smile. "Please get us a table. They are all my friends." "Sure. I'll arrange it for you now." The lobby manager nodded at her respectfully. Then he trotted out of the front desk and started to inform his subordinates.

"Miss Andrews is here." "Tell the kitchen Miss Andrews is here. Prepare all her favorite dishes and ice cream. She brought her friends here. Make sure to serve them well." A few minutes later, the lobby manager personally led them to a round table.

"This is your table, Miss Andrew." "Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee, please take a seat.” Sylvia smiled at the two mid-aged men. "Let's sit down."