After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The two mid-aged men were shocked again as they could tell Royal Galaxy Restaurant provided Sylvia with the service for a VIP.

Royal Galaxy was a high-end restaurant with a booming business. Usually, a table needed to be reserved one week ahead, and most of the time, it was too difficult to succeed.

However, Sylvia directly took them in without waiting in line, looking as if she were the restaurant owner.

Franklin and Paul didn't object to it.

Poppy was about to sit next to Sylvia, but her target chair was occupied by someone else.

When she raised her head, aggrieved, she saw Franklin sitting on Sylvia's left like an iceberg.

Poppy was annoyed and tried to sit on Sylvia's right, but Paul immediately sat down.

Therefore, she had to sit next to James in disappointment.

James patted her hand. "Silly girl, Franklin is always with Sylvia. The Kennedy brothers want to break them up. Can't you see it?" Poppy bowed her head in depression. 'l just want to sit beside Sylvia. What's so wrong with it?" "Miss Andrews, I've told the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes. What would your friends like to order?" The lobby manager served their table personally. He would ensure to make Sylvia's friends enjoy lunch in his restaurant.

In this world, only Miss Andrews deserved his service.

Sylvia darted at him leisurely, only to find he was excited. Immediately, she read his mind.

She pushed the menus to Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee. "Please order whatever you want. Poppy has gained one million dollars today." "Exactly. Thank you for being my witnesses, Mr. Carrillo, Mr. Mckee," Poppy echoed.

The two mid-aged men ordered a few dishes and pushed the menus to Franklin.

Franklin glanced at a menu in silence. The next second, he pushed it to Sylvia.

Sylvia looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?" "Help me order," he uttered three words, staring at her expectantly.

Sylvia looked amused. "This one. This dish. That one..." She ordered several dishes, all Franklin's favorites, which she often used to cook for him before.

Inwardly, she mocked him for being arrogant and abnormal.

'Do the dishes | order taste better? You psycho." Watching them, Paul said to Sylvia, "Miss Andrews, can you also help me order?" "Sorry, but | don't know what your favorite dishes are. I'm afraid you need to order yourself." Sylvia tossed a menu to him, feeling slightly annoyed.

When Paul raised his head, he saw a triumphant gleam in Franklin's eyes.

Sylvia treated Franklin differently from others.

Paul was frustrated because she knew about Franklin's favorite dishes and helped him order.

Since entering the restaurant, Franklin had been unhappy. Finally, at this moment, he felt much better. A suggestion of a smile appeared on his face.

However, shortly after, his mood worsened again.

Jealousy sprung in him, which others could feel.

The chef of Royal Galaxy Restaurant, who seldom met the patrons or showed up in public, suddenly appeared at their table.

The chef had blonde hair and blue eyes, looking pretty much like the British actor Tom Hiddleston.

"Oops. Sibbie, here you came," he exclaimed joyfully, almost giving Sylvia a bear hug.

Suddenly, a solid hand pressed his shoulder to stop him. "Sylvia likes to keep her distance from others." Franklin gazed at the chef icily, gripping his shoulder like a vice.

Feeling the pain, the handsome chef glared at him. "Who are you? Sibbie is my best friend." "All right, Gage. Go ahead to cook. All right?" Sylvia patted him on the back.

Gage Klein felt aggrieved. "Sibbie, this man is a violent maniac. | have human rights. I'll sue him." "Shush!" Sylvia glanced at him coldly. "Get back to your kitchen. You can't come here without my permission.” "Sibbie..." Gage looked more depressed. The lobby manager trotted over and dragged him away. "Chef Gage, please return to the kitchen. Miss Andrews brought her friends here for lunch. Be a good boy." "OK." Gage still felt aggrieved, pouting.

His heart was broken as Sylvia didn't love him anymore.

"He's a talented chef but not adept at interacting with people.” Sylvia darted at Franklin indifferently and then looked at others. "I hope you don't mind. Please don't think he's abnormal.” "No wonder he seldom appeared in public. Many celebrities wanted to meet him, but he refused them." Paul nodded in understanding. "I like his accent, though." Inwardly, he wondered if Gage had some mental trouble as Gage behaved like a five-year-old boy. The lobby manager even had to coax him.

Right then, the dishes were served.

When the waiters and waitresses saw Sylvia, they greeted her enthusiastically. Royal Galaxy Restaurant was famous for its excellent services, but its staff treated Sylvia exceptionally well.

Whenever a waiter or a waitress saw her, joy was sparked in their eyes evidently.

Everyone could tell the way they stared at Sylvia was different. Their eyes were full of ecstasy and obsession as if Sylvia was their idol.

Franklin had been used to such a kind of gaze because Romeo, James, and Poppy also looked at Sylvia the same way.

"Miss Andrews, all your ordered dishes have been served. Please enjoy your lunch. Call us whenever you need anything," a waiter bowed at Sylvia and said respectfully after serving the last dish.

"Thanks," Sylvia replied.

"Bon appetit, everyone." The waiter left.

Paul immediately picked up a piece of grilled rib on her plate. "Miss Andrews, try the rib. It looks yummy." Sylvia was taken aback slightly. Then she nodded at him to thank him.

Watching the scene, James became anxious.

The Kennedy brothers were ambitious. They looked easygoing and lively but never approached anyone actively.

They always distanced themselves from others.

However, Paul had just picked up the food for Sylvia.

James cast an anxious glance at Franklin. ‘Come on, Franklin. Fight against your enemy. He's fawning over your wife." Paul picked up some vegetable salad for himself with a faint smile. His gaze fell on Sylvia's expressionless charming face.