After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Shut up!" Otto glared at Tammy. Her family had been keeping the matter of Sylvia working at Lilypad General Hospital from Tammy because they didn't want her to feel bad.

Especially Skyla. She knew that her daughter was very competitive. How could she let her daughter suffer such a blow? This was also the reason why she and Otto had to get Tammy to Lilypad General Hospital.

If Sylvia could work there, why couldn't Tammy? "Otto!" Clark's already feminine face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost. That ice-cold appearance was extremely terrifying.

His long and narrow eyes were filled with rage.

"You are courting death!" His face was cold.

Sylvia was in the limelight at the banquet, fooling around with Paul and Logan, and even seducing Franklin. What a slut! So what if she was beautiful? Just a white elephant! She dared to call herself a famous doctor! As expected, the Andrews were cut from the same cloth, and none of them were good.

He pointed at Tammy and said, "Sure, this one works in the hospital." "What about her? I'll be damned if she is a famous doctor!" He pointed at Sylvia again.

"Mr. Wilson, no, let me introduce her!" Otto was shocked and scared, and he was flustered.

Clark suddenly stood up, and his tall figure seemed to be extremely oppressive in the dining room. The aura of this mighty person was overbearing. "Otto, Andrews Group is closing down!" He left straight away, no matter how hard Otto tried to persuade him to stay.

After watching a good show, Sylvia stood up and said, "I'm leaving." When she walked to the door, she saw Clark's driver open the door and invite him in.

Otto continued to pester Clark.

Sylvia smiled and walked over to stand in front of the car, saying, "Mr. Wilson, | hope you remember what you said to me today.

Although she was very unhappy about being questioned by others, she was very pleased to see Otto like this.

Otto, a man who always wanted to take shortcuts, would never succeed.

Fortune would never favor such kind of person.

Atrace of disdain flashed into Clark's eyes. Then his eyes filled with mockery fell on Sylvia and he sneered.

The Mercedes-Benz engine was started and the car sped away.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

"Damn it. What a psycho!" Otto cursed.

When Sylvia heard his voice, she had a headache. She ignored him and walked out.

She returned to her apartment directly.

Sylvia felt that she had missed out on something, but she couldn't remember what that was.

When at Andrews Residence, she almost didn't eat anything, so she made some noodles for herself at home, and then a realization hit her.

It turned out that she didn't see Grandma.

It made sense. A jerk like Otto would not let Grandma show up when they were meeting Clark.

She sighed and opened her custom-made laptop.

Her fingers were like fluttering butterflies as she typed on the keyboard.

She entered the chat group.

She had a group called "Secretly." There were only seven people in the group.

However, it was these seven people who formed a mysterious underground organization.

The group was constantly talking.

They had a quite heated discussion.

Mena: "Who do you think Franklin's wife is?" Ward: "Why are you so interested in his wife? Why? Have you become a lesbian now?" Mena: "It's none of your business! It's purely out of curiosity, OK?" Alby: "His wife is so mysterious that we can't find any information about her." Wind: "The more | can't find out, the more | want to know. I'm just curious.” Type: "That's true. You guys watched the plane video last time too. Mrs. Maskelyne has a particularly good figure.” Mena: "Someone offered a lot of money to buy the video released by that person, but he refused to trade it. Then, a hacker hacked his computer. Guess what?" Alby: "Hurry up and tell us!" Mena: "That video disappeared before the hacker's eyes." Type: "Damn! Did Mrs. Maskelyne hire our Zero? Apart from Zero, | don't know who can make that video disappear before a top hacker's eyes." Sylvia stared at this boring discussion speechlessly.

"Do you have nothing to do? Is there any progress on Wilson Group's case? How can you have time to gossip?" Mena: "Ah! Zero!" Alby: "How is Wilson Group?" Zero: "He took the bait and asked me to go to the party. The time is eight o'clock on Friday, at Pearl Acres Restaurant.” Type: "l am very curious. Zero, how did you attract their attention?" Zero: "| won't tell you." The few of them chatted for a while before Sylvia left the group chat.

These few people gossiped in the group every day, but she never expected that one day they would actually gossip about her.

She was really speechless.

She got up and was about to take a shower.

However, she suddenly received a call from Jasper. "Miss Andrews, | beg you to come and see Mr. Maskelyne!" His voice was anxious.

"What happened to Franklin?" Sylvia yawned and looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock at night.

"Mr. Maskelyne didn't eat for the whole day. I'm afraid that if this goes on, he will get sick.” Jasper almost cried! In fact, he was forced to make a phone call.

At this time, in Townyer Villa, Franklin, with a gloomy face, stared at Jasper's phone, wishing he could get into the telephone line and go to the opposite side! Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "Why isn't he eating? He's not a three-year-old child." "You know how picky Mr. Maskelyne is. He has stomach problems. Now that his stomach is acting up, he's in so much pain that his forehead is covered in sweat. Miss Andrews, you should be kind and come over to see him! Mr. Maskelyne is really stubborn.

| can't change his mind. Today, three plates and four bowls have been smashed into pieces." There was a hint of satisfaction in Franklin's eyes.

He had only smashed two plates and three bowls.

He nodded, indicating for Jasper to continue.

Jasper had no other choice but to obey Franklin. If he exaggerated things like this in normal circumstances, Mr. Maskelyne would have thrown him out.

Alas, he was really in a difficult spot.

Sylvia blinked her eyes. "I think that Franklin needs to go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist! It's useless even if you call me. | am just a surgeon!" With that, she hung up the phone.

Franklin was so angry that the crystal ashtray next to his hand was directly thrown out by him.

Bang! The ashtray fell on the thick carpet, making a dull sound.