After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"You idiots! What she said is bullshit. Don't you have your own judgement? You should buy that nonsense." Danielle was so angry that she pointed at the audience and cursed furiously.

Danielle thought to herself, "Why is she so lucky? Why did all these people support her? So damn annoying!" Inside the VIP room were many big shots either with money or status from all over the world.

Some of them liked Danielle before, but now they felt that they were being too short-sighted when comparing her with SEVEN on the podium.

Danielle and SEVEN couldn't be mentioned in the same breath at all.

They started to doubt themselves for admiring Danielle. Was it because of her "great" racing skills? Just now, she drove to hit SEVEN during the race, and now she was abusing SEVEN in various ways. She was totally disgusting.

"Is Danielle our brand ambassador? Change her!" "Did Danielle advertise our tires before? Never cooperate with her again!" "Is our company trying to sign a contract with her? Stop it!" These big shots have unanimously instructed their assistants or secretaries not to have anything to do with Danielle! "Miss Hull, we should leave now." Danielle's assistant hurried to drag her to leave.

"Why are we leaving?" Danielle frowned and pushed her away, "I'm determined to make Sylvia lose her reputation.” "Danielle." Suddenly, a deep, cold voice rang out from behind her.

Hearing the familiar voice, she couldn't help but turn around.

The tall man in a couture suit strode towards her aggressively, with one hand in his pocket.

The man was followed by dozens of black-clad bodyguards and several people in police uniforms.

"Mr. Maskelyne, do you bring the police to arrest Sylvia? She's the one who hurt Taryn, isn't she?" She looked happy and greeted Franklin.

"Officers, Sylvia is there. Arrest her!" She looked at the police officers before Franklin said anything.

The police officer in the lead had a sullen face and stepped forward.

Then before she could react, there was a "click". A pair of cold handcuffs then snapped onto her wrists.

"You've made a mistake, haven't you? Why are you arresting me? She was the one who killed Taryn!" She was shocked and screamed.

"The person who killed Taryn was you." Franklin said coldly, "You actually returned home a long time ago, and have been in contact with Taryn. We investigated Taryn's movements and checked her belongings before she died." Danielle was in a frenzy; her eyes were so wide that they seemed to fall out anytime.

"Taryn and | are best friends. How could | possibly harm her?" She shouted frantically.

"You still refuse to admit it, don't you?" Franklin sneered. "The purses and jewelry you gave to Taryn were all stained with drugs that stimulated her heart to beat violently. If it wasn't for those drugs, Taryn wouldn't have had such frequent heart attacks." "No, it's not me, really. | didn't do it!" Danielle shook her head again and again.

"We searched your residence for those drugs. Although you hid them very well, they were still found by us." The police officer was expressionless as he uncovered her lie, "All of those drugs are foreign contraband and are not available in our country at all.” "How is that possible? How can | have drugs at my house? You must have made a mistake." Danielle couldn't help but shout loudly as her mind went blank.

She carefully recalled everything: she was very jealous of Taryn for her good family background and her good looks. More importantly, Franklin liked her very much.

She befriended Taryn because she was Franklin's sister. Her purpose was to get close to Franklin.

But ... Taryn, however, told her that she loved Franklin and that she and Franklin were not related by blood.

Danielle collapsed especially when Taryn cheerfully told her that she was going back to her motherland with Franklin, because her parents asked her to spend more time with Franklin and scare off a woman called Sylvia.

Sylvia ... That was the first time Danielle heard the name, "Sylvia", which stuck in her mind because it was the woman Franklin liked! "But ... I never wanted to harm Taryn. | really didn't harm her." She tried to defend herself.

The evidence was solid, so the police did not want to listen to her nonsense and dragged her to leave.

When she passed by Franklin, she fiercely stretched out her hands and grabbed his arms. "Save me, | don't want to die yet. | really didn't kill her!" "Whether you killed her or not, the law will judge.” Franklin looked cold, pushing Danielle away and took a step back.

Danielle looked pale and defeated, totally different from the spirited lady before the competition.

In an instant, however, she was reduced from an idol of car racing to a prisoner.

Franklin raised his dark eyes, looking distantly at Sylvia who was still standing on the podium.

They were so close, but he felt she was so far away from him.

Sylvia did not look at him, her eyes remaining cold.

The happiest were the audience and the fans on the live platform. That was simply a great pleasure.

The bad woman who slandered SEVEN turned out to be the murderer.

SEVEN was innocent and wrongly accused.

SEVEN was calm as ever when she was abused and after she was not under suspicion.

It was as if these things had nothing to do with her and nothing got to her.

Sylvia indeed did not take them seriously, because she knew she was innocent.

But everything seemed eerie.

Danielle seemed to lose her sanity. That was the taboo for racers.

But ... Just now or precisely today Danielle seemed to be stimulated in any aspect: her brain lost control, and her words and actions were impulsive.

She was totally unlike a racer who could drive at over 400 km/h.

Sylvia felt this case was weird.

There seemed to be nothing wrong.

However, her intuition told her that something was not right.

Logan came to Sylvia and held out his hand to her. "SEVEN, come down." Sylvia curled her lips and jumped off the podium with his help. The other two winners also stepped down.

The host, after the shocking scene just now, finally came to his senses and remembered that he had to finish hosting his job. So he started making the concluding remarks.