After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The following morning.

After straightening herself up, Winter left the house and went to work in Wilson Group.

She had utterly forgotten about the letters.

When she returned home after work, she couldn't find them.

Sylvia took a day off the previous day.

In the morning, she got up, feeling refreshed. She was delighted to have enough sleep.

Only two days left for the gala of Nation's Day.

She decided to train the actors and actresses more before the show.

Galas of different TV channels had been announced online recently, so the netizens paid much attention to them.

The gala that Sylvia was working for was a show organized by Larro TV station and the city government, so it was extremely eye-catching.

Sylvia's fans trusted and supported her fully.

However, her anti-fans kept mocking her and predicted that her gala would definitely be the worst.

Some TV channels wanted to guarantee their viewing rates, so they created different trending topics and hired paid posters to insult the Larro gala.

Most other TV channels had found a few superstars to raise the viewing rate.

Therefore, some senior officials of the Larro government started to worry.

"Mayor Cody, our gala is going to start soon. Will there be any problems..." The chief of the TV station asked worriedly, rubbing his hands. If the viewing rate became the lowest among all TV stations, he wouldn't receive any bonus but would have his salary and benefits reduced.

Moreover, the TV station would be disgraced again, and its reputation would be tarnished.

People working in media looked upon the reputation significantly.

In the previous year, when a TV station recorded a variety show, they didn't care about the guests’ health and safety, causing one guest's death.

Since then, all the netizens had called the TV station "a killing station" and boycotted it. The TV station's reputation was ruined.

Besides, the H Rovirsa government strictly punished them and fired the TV station's chief and senior executives.

No one in the business expected such a matter to happen as a human life had been ended.

Recalling the incident, the chief of the Larro TV Station felt more nervous.

Although no one would die at his gala, he worried about his TV station's reputation. The public would mock them again if their gala became the worst this year.

Also, their audience would be disappointed by them. In the future, the viewing rate of all programs broadcast on their TV channels would also be impacted.

Therefore, this year's gala would be pretty essential.

If the show succeeded, the chief wouldn't be worried about anything in the future.

However, if it didn't, he would face the end of the world.

Mayor Cody looked confident, quite contrary to the chief of the TV station.

"I agree with Mr. Reid. Our gala this year cannot be disappointing again. Shall we contact some superstars or the most popular idols?" a department director suggested.

Mayor Cody waved his hand in refusal and chuckled, "Sibbie will handle all the matters. Please rest assured. Get ready for the show the day after tomorrow." All other government officials exchanged glances in silence.

They could tell Mayor Cody trusted Sylvia wholeheartedly, wondering if she could really handle everything as well as Mayor Cody declared.

After all, Sylvia was in her twenties and only frequently appeared in Twitter trendings.

Mayor Cody's words worried them more.

The night was out. The neon lights of the city were turned on.

After a whole day's rehearsal in the studio center, Mollie felt that she had been worn out.

Standing at the entrance, she didn't see her family's vehicle. Frowning, she called her driver.

However, the driver didn't answer it at all.

Almost all the other actors and actresses had gone home, leaving her at the entrance alone.

She cursed angrily, "Where the heck are you? How dare you let me wait for so long! You won't have any salary this month." She looked around and was about to hail a taxi.

Suddenly, a black vehicle was pulled over in front of her. She walked aside to bypass it, but two men in black hopped out of the car.

Their faces were hidden behind black masks. Before Mollie realized what they aimed to do, they covered her mouth and dragged her into the vehicle.

The rear door was slammed shut, and the car roared away.

Everything happened in a blink.

Mollie could only let out a little moan while struggling in fear.

Aman slapped her. "Move again. I'm gonna skin you alive." Mollie widened her eyes and stopped, looking around the car helplessly.

She wondered if she had offended anyone and was kidnapped.

Horror and anxiety surged inside her chest.

Mollie couldn't help wondering where her driver had gone and if he had colluded with those kidnappers.

Her mind was jumbled, and she dared not to make any sound.

All she could do was watch and keep calm.

The gala she participated in would be shown to the public the following night. It would also be broadcast by the cooperated live broadcast channels online.

Her modern wouldn't be performed smoothly if she was absent. She had been practicing it with other actors and actresses for several days. If so, all their effort would be in vain.

She had never prepared for a program that earnestly and wholeheartedly before.

The thought almost made Mollie burst into tears.

She secretly prayed that her family would notice her missing soon.

Mollie's grandfather was always kind with a good reputation. She thought over everything but failed to figure out who she had offended. She wondered if the Gibson family had annoyed any bigwig accidentally.

‘Who is the person behind it? Why did he or she kidnap me? What the heck does the person want?" While Mollie was lost in thought, the car headed for the suburbia.

Aman rudely covered her head with black headgear, so she had no idea what had happened around her.

After the driver of the Gibson family gradually woke up, he found himself in an abandoned garbage station with his car. It was remote and dirty, with flies everywhere.

Shaking his dizzy head, he pulled out his phone to check the time. His expression changed tically.