After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 111

This time Tiffany couldn't get away with it, no matter what she did, like acting cute or showing weakness.

Franklin said nothing and continued to deal with documents.

The appearance or character of such a calculating women like Tiffany were not attractive to Franklin at all except for a good impression of her during childhood.

The reason he tolerated her was just that she once saved him when he was a child.

She was ungrateful and even set him up.

In that case, he would teach her a lesson without mercy.

He once spent 9 million dollars on helping her see Keturah Brown.

This could be the return for her saving his life.

As for anything else she wanted to get from him, she could never achieve it for the rest of her life.

He looked cold with unfathomable emotions in his eyes.

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In a small, inconspicuous store of Tech Mall, a woman wearing a pair of jeans was squatting and rummaging through boxes to find something.

"Sylvia, every time you come, you act like a bandit. What are you doing!" A middle-aged man, with a cigarette in his mouth, was sitting with his legs crossed on a dirty chair.

He reached out to flick cigarette ash, which slowly floated down to the ground.

"Don't pretend to be poor in front of me."

Sylvia went straight to Tech Mall in the early morning.

Her computer and phone needed to be upgraded, but what she wanted only could be found here.

She stood up and glanced at the middle-aged man, "Doggy, hurry up and bring me your latest products. I'll help fit them together. Is that okay?"

She looked for a while but didn't find what she wanted, so they must have been hidden by him.

"Such a mean girl, can't you talk properly? I am your uncle. How can you call me Doggy?"

The middle-aged man stood up and stared angrily at her. "Call me properly and I'll get them for you."

"Adriel, please stop gibbering. I have urgent business to handle!" Sylvia was really in a hurry. It was almost noon, and she had no more time to waste here.

The middle-aged man realized it, no longer teased her, and turned into the inner room. After a while, he took a box.

This box was new, a sharp contrast to his dirty, shabby and small store.

"The latest goods are all in it. Here you are."

Sylvia reached out and took it with a smile.

She put a bank card on the table, "Give you!"

Then she held that box and hurried away.

The middle-aged man ran out and shouted to her, "Sylvia, I'm leaving tomorrow! Please call me if there's an emergency."