After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 451

Paul was standing by the window on the second floor of the villa.

The housekeeper came over and looked at the teenager kneeling at the front door downstairs outside

the window with a worried face and said, "Master Paul, Master Romeo's legs will be disabled if he

keeps kneeling down like this!"

"Let him keep kneeling until he learns his lesson!"

Paul extinguished the cigarette in his hand in frustration. Anger was written over his face, "I can't

believe he, as one of the Kennedys, was kidnapped, put in a sack, and thrown to the gate. What

humiliation!"

"He got beaten up like that, got Sylvia hurt, and got the Royal Galaxy Hotel destroyed! If he hadn't been

caught as a bargaining chip to threaten James, how could so many terrible things have happened?"

"Sylvia and Franklin are lucky to survive this time!"

"What if it happens again?"

The housekeeper sighed, "Master Paul, Master Romeo is young after all. It is inevitable that he will fall

for someone else's trap. The Clark Group is not a good place to work. I always felt that this was

connected to the Wilson Group."

"You're right." Paul's face was cold, and he lifted his eyes to look at Romeo, who was still kneeling at

the gate. "Send our men out to check it out. Also, as for what Romeo said about the Wilson Group's

financial problems, send someone to tell Sylvia."

"I'm afraid Master James has reported to her. If we go again ..."

The housekeeper looked at Paul hesitantly.

"It's not the same." Paul's face showed no emotion, and a flood of pain surged in his chest.

He couldn't stop feeling sad, especially when he thought that Sylvia and Franklin were married.

Now Sylvia had been injured and the Royal Galaxy Hotel had been destroyed because of Romeo and

James.

This ...

Paul felt too embarrassed to meet Sylvia again.

In Aettosa at this time.

In a dilapidated castle building.

Jaden was standing in front of Sylvia, while Logan was sitting next to Sylvia playing with his phone.

The atmosphere inside the hall was somewhat strained.

Sylvia sat on the sofa and folded her long, straight legs.

She wore a white shirt with a pair of blue jeans underneath. The hem of the shirt tucked into the pants,

betraying her slim waist.

"Clark is trying to bait me into this trap."

She sneered, "The news is definitely fake. What's more, I was tricked into going to the abandoned

factory by a series of tricks, and some members from ZZ organization intervened."

"It was so hard not to connect Clark with ZZ organization. I'm afraid there's more to it."

"Master James said he and Romeo overheard the conversation between Clark and Winter, and there

was a recording of it," Logan said, then pulled out the recording from his phone and played it to Sylvia.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow and listened for a moment before gesturing for him to turn it off.

"They said Clark smuggled a shipment to be traded with someone on Sunday in Sightsee Restaurant

owned by the Wilson Group. They also said that the Wilson Group's finances are flawed they

embezzled and misappropriated the funds."

Sylvia's almond eyes were jeering, "Such words can only fool James and Romeo. The Wilson Group's

financial vulnerability is not because of embezzlement, but because its philanthropic foundation is

problematic."

"Boss, what should we do now? We must take revenge! The Royal Galaxy Hotel was destroyed

because of the scheme plotted by Wilson Group and ZZ together," Jaden said angrily.

Now the employees of Royal Galaxy Hotel were in the hospital. Although they survived, they had

various degrees of injuries.

"Since Clark seduced us to go to Sightsee Restaurant, we'll go. I'd like to see what kind of tricks Clark

is playing." Sylvia lowered her eyebrows and looked at Jaden, "Tell our men to stay calm and get the

word out that we also have a shipment being traded at Sightsee Restaurant on Saturday night."

"Yes, boss."

Jaden accepted the order and went out.

Logan, on the other hand, frowned, "Boss, Clark is obviously setting up a trap for you to fall for. Why

must you go?"

"No one can plot against me without paying any price!" Sylvia stood up from the sofa, her gaze cold.

"I'm going to pick up Franklin. It's time for his treatment to end."

"Boss, a celebration party for 'Top Idol's Trash Picking up' is going to be held in a few days. Also, since

it was shortlisted for the Golden Cattle Awards, you, as an investor and producer, should attend the

awards ceremony."

Logan turned on his phone again and began to give Sylvia an itinerary like a secretary, "So ... When

will you return home?"

Sylvia's eyes swept over Logan with a hint of unspeakable tenderness on her pretty, eye-catching face,

"In a couple of days. I'll have Franklin's condition stabilize first."

Henderson Residence.

Sylvia parked the car steadily in front of the door and stepped out of the car, where the tall man was

squatting inside the small garden watering vegetable.

The man wore a black shirt, the sleeves were pulled up to the elbow, revealing a part of his strong and

powerful arm.

Squatting on the ground with a hose, he was watering vegetable as if he had been very adept at it.

This man seemed perfect no matter what he did.

He was a business tycoon. His hand that usually held a Montblanc Pen to sign documents was holding

a hose at this time, but it also matched him very well.

Sylvia reached out and touched her chin.

Probably it was because he was handsome that he looked good whatever he did.

Franklin watered the vegetable for a while. Sensing someone staring at him, he looked up and met

Sylvia's eyes.

Sylvia's clear eyes were glowing in the sunset.

The man put down the hose in his hand, turned off the tap, then walked up to her and looked at her

with downcast eyes, "It's nice to live an idyllic life once in a while."

Sylvia's red lips curved up a little bit, "What, Mr. Maskelyne wants to retire so soon?"

"No."

The man took her hand and walked out, "I have not yet made enough money for us, How can I retire?"

"Franklin, you haven't told me how you made the firefighters in the adjacent city work with you that

day."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at the man's solid back.

All the firefighters on the plane Franklin flew that day were firefighters she asked Alby to get from the

adjacent city to put out the fire.

"So tell me, who did you get to call those firemen over?"

Franklin's eyes flashed with affection for Sylvia. The guy Sylvia called for help should be in a deep

friendship with her!

Sylvia was more capable than he thought.

"A buddy."

"A male?" Franklin's eyes turned gloomy. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Yep."

Did it matter? Sylvia was a bit bemused.

She hurriedly changed the subject, "I have to return home in two days. I can't continue to accompany

you here."

"So?" A hint of danger flashed under Franklin's eyes.

These days seemed to be a life stolen from Death.

It was very carefree.

"Nothing. I will stay home for a few days." Sylvia rubbed her forehead with a headache, "Can you be

less childish?"