After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Winter's eyes were filled with despair.

Sylvia didn't sleep. Staying in her bedroom in Pearlhall Villa, she was typing on the keyboard of her laptop.

Her fingers repeatedly danced like flying butterflies.

She hacked into the surveillance system of the studio hall and viewed the video. Then she hacked into the transportation surveillance system to trace the black car that had taken Mollie away.

After the car went out of town, she tracked it down along the route.

There were fewer cameras on the ring road outside the town, but she still found some traces.

Her men followed her orders, chasing the black vehicle as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, Sylvia held her laptop on the first floor.

Shortly after, a white Land Rover rushed into the night.

Mollie dared not to sleep, huddling up in the corner.

After the night became deep, she was frozen by the low temperature and dampness from the ground.

The dead silence broke her down.

She huddled stiffly without moving a bit.

All of a sudden, there was a loud creak on the iron door.

Mollie was frightened, glaring at the door on alert.

A fat man with a strong suntan walked to her, ferociously looking at her up and down.

"What a beauty!" His sour breath with the strong alcohol smell sickened Mollie, who almost vomited.

She paled and gazed at him. "W-What do you want?" "My boss told me not to lay a finger on you. It'll be a pity if | don't." The man wanted to squat in front of her, but his fat belly stopped him. He sat on the ground and lost his balance.

The next second, he pounced on Mollie.

Huddling in the corner, Mollie was pressed by the fat man immediately.

The back of her head hit the wall, and the pain made her almost faint.

However, her arms and legs had been tied up, so she couldn't struggle or escape.

She rubbed against her wrist, trying to break free, but it didn't work.

The fat man's stink overwhelmed her.

Mollie held her breath. Before she cried out for help, the fat man started pecking her neck.

"Fuck off! Stop it!" "Help! Help!" "Pak!" The fat man slapped her across her face violently. Her cheek instantly reddened and swelled up with an evident palm print.

"Stop yelling, bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson." As he spoke, he started to strip himself.

Mollie shook her head vigorously. "No! Please don’t! I'm from a noble family. | can give you as much money as you like. Stop it!" Her heart almost stopped beating.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please! Please let go of me!" "I don't want money. After you're set free in two days, | cannot have a chance anymore." The fat man glared at her while battling against drunkenness. Then he wanted to tear Mollie's clothes off.

Mollie closed her eyes in despair and couldn't help weeping.

She wondered if she would be humiliated today.

She was the daughter of the Gibson family, and her grandfather used to be the most famous command officer in the country.

However, she would be harassed by such a disgusting bastard.

The thoughts upset her. In despair, she burst into tears.

However, her sobs aroused the man's desire for conquering.

"No matter how hard you cry, no one's gonna save you tonight." Suddenly, with a loud bang, the iron door was kicked open.

The fat man was shocked.

Subconsciously, he turned to check on the door, only to find a tall, slender woman in a black outfit and military boots.

"You..." Before he uttered a complete sentence, the woman kicked his chest.

He flew away like a broken garbage sack and fell to the ground.

Blood oozed from his nose and mouth, and the smell spread in the air.

Sylvia darted at the man yelling in pain, and remarked indifferently, "What a loser!" Her tone was gentle and leisurely, but her words sounded cruel.

"Which one of your hands touched her? It'll become useless from now on." Her words made the fat man glare at her in disbelief.

The woman in black stood there leisurely, emanating an icy and strong aura.

Cold sweat oozed on the fat man's back.

He couldn't help wondering who the woman was.

"Why are you silent? Scared?" Sylvia walked toward him step by step, playing with a sharp dagger.

Before the fat man replied, the dagger was stabbed into his palm. His blood was sprayed onto the wall.

Sylvia pulled it out the next second.

When the man thought it was the end of torture, the dagger was stabbed into his palm again.

The pain made his sweat and tears stream down. The fat man begged, "It hurts! It hurts! Please let go of me." However, Sylvia seemed to be interested in the game.

She stabbed his hand several times. Looking at his badly mutilated hands, she clicked her tongue and shook her head. "What a loser! You even cannot tolerate such mild pain." A playful smile touched her lips. Then Sylvia walked toward Mollie, who was too shocked to continue sobbing.

She gazed at Sylvia as if this was their first time meeting each other.

She couldn't believe it was Sylvia who had rescued her.

Mollie had imagined being rescued by the police, her grandfather, or her father. However, she had never expected Sylvia to save her in the end.

The woman walking to her looked powerful and cold, reminding her of an iceberg.

She was utterly different from Sylvia Andrews Mollie had known earlier.

Sylvia wasn't as patient as when facing the actors and actresses but looked like a female general.

However, she looked so stunning that Mollie could hardly take her gaze off her.

At this moment, Sylvia looked gorgeous and aggressive with a strong aura that Mollie only wanted to be obedient to her.

After gazing at her in a daze for a while, Mollie muttered, "Why are you here, Miss Andrews?" Silvia arched her eyebrow and helped her untie the ropes. "If I'm not here, how will you perform tomorrow.” She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering them.

Although Sylvia was untying the ropes, Mollie had to admit Sylvia did it elegantly.

Sylvia wasn't a charming woman only but also an alpha female.

There were fights outside the house, along with men's cries in pain.