After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 217

Franklin said in a lazy voice and teasing tone, "Sweetie, you're awake so early. Do you want another sex?"

Hearing this, Sylvia even wanted to slap Franklin away.

She coughed, blinked, and looked at Franklin, "Captain Franklin, you did a good job last light. I am very satisfied."

Franklin narrowed his eyes. With a smirk, he leaned over and held her firmly under his body. "Sweetie, let's go on."

Sylvia hurriedly pushed him away. "No, I have something important to do today."

She walked quickly into the bathroom and began to wash up.

After taking a shower, Sylvia found that Franklin changed into a black suit, which made him look extremely heroic and noble, but his handsome face was still as cold as ever.

Their sex lasted for the whole night, so both of them barely slept.

But Franklin looked energetic rather than tired.

Sylvia couldn't understand why he was so energetic.

Sylvia got a pure white dress from her suitcase. The dress was exquisite and could outline her pretty figure, so she looked elegant and beautiful in it.

After that, Franklin and Sylvia got downstairs.

Just as Franklin sat down, Lilian put a cup of steaming in front of him. "Master Franklin, this is your coffee."

Franklin glanced at Lilian indifferently and then said to Sylvia, "It's not good to drink coffee in the morning. I want to eat the sandwich you make."

Sylvia reluctantly glanced at him. "I'm too tired to make it."

Franklin froze, and then a smile played on his lips. He said meaningfully, "It seems I did a little outrageously. Don't worry. I will behave well in the future."

Sylvia flushed at once, thinking, "What a hooligan!"

Lilian stood awkwardly at the table and watched this.

She was burning with rage.

Lilian drugged the milk last night, but it was a pity that Sylvia did not drink it.

Therefore, Lilian decided to find another way to teach Sylvia a lesson.

Sylvia elegantly finished her breakfast, grabbed her handbag, and walked towards the door. "See you, Franklin."

Franklin's face changed. He took a big step towards her and clasped her wrist. "What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"Thanks for taking me in last night, but now I'm going to do my own business. It has nothing to do with you." Sylvia looked at Franklin with her watery eyes. She glanced at the time and found she was going to be late.

"I'll drive you." Franklin fixed his eyes on Sylvia, wanting to see what she was going to do.

"You should have to work today." Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

"I'll change my shift." Franklin looked at Sylvia with great affection in his eyes.

Words failed Sylvia. Anyway, as the president of SouthStar Airlines, Franklin could do whatever he wanted.

How capricious!

Sylvia was in a hurry, so she didn't refuse.

"Take me to Atlantis Hotel," Sylvia got into Franklin's Lamborghini and said.

Franklin sat in the driver's seat and grabbed her hand. He wondered what she was going to do in Atlantis Hotel.

Sylvia pulled out her hand and began to read the messages on her phone.

Many people were asking her in a chat group called LX.

"Ms. X, when will you arrive? We are all waiting for you."

"Hurry up and come! You didn't come to the hotel last night. Where did you go?"

"Please come over quickly. We've waited for a long time."

Reading this, Sylvia replied, "I'll be right there."

Half an hour later, the car pulled over steadily in front of Atlantis Hotel.

Sylvia quickly got out of the car and stepped into it.

Franklin was lost for words. It seemed he was used as a driver.

What a heartless woman Sylvia was!

In a presidential suite of a hotel, the higher-ups of LX all looked solemn.

The core members of the design department were also there.

A woman dressed ably crossed her arms, saying in an impatient and harsh voice, "The runway show of Lleilaga Fashion Week is very important to LX. Many high-end brands will participate and introduce their new products. In the end, there will be a selection process and some very important awards will be given to the winners. What's up with Ms. X? Where is she now?"

"Ms. Morton, Ms. X said she would be here soon," A designer whispered.