After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 31

The girls just ignored Darcie and started talking, "And when she saved the day, wow, she looked very confident."

"Yes, there was no panic on her face from the beginning."

"To be honest, my heart skipped a beat for her."

Darcie glared at those girls with a terrible look, "Whose side are you on?"

"Tina, did you forget the Armani lipstick I gave you?"

"Ella, have you forgotten the YSL air cushion I gave you?"

She screamed and looked so mean.

She was so jealous of Sylvia that she almost went crazy.

"But you said that these brands didn't deserve you when you threw them at us like trash. I didn't feel the joy of receiving a gift."

"Neither did I. Darcie, we are colleagues, and although we are not from families as wealthy as yours, we are not your maids and henchmen and we do not need to agree with you on everything."

Tina and Ella retorted.

Darcie was in a peeve over everyone.

She was so angry that she almost fainted. Then she left alone with her heels banging as if the floor under her feet was Sylvia's face.

When Sylvia left the airport, someone was already waiting for her and greeted her respectfully.

"Boss."

"Let's go back."

Sylvia's face was calm as she gave the order.

"Yes."

The car ran smoothly on the road and they arrived at a luxurious manor half an hour later.

The manor was extremely beautiful and many romantic lavenders were planted. When a breeze blew, the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.

Two rows of men dressed in black were waiting at the entrance of the manor, and when they saw the car come to the main building steadily, they immediately bent down and saluted, calling out in unison, "Boss!"

The door of the car was pushed open. Beautiful fine white fingers were placed on the door and white high-heeled shoes came into view as a pair of straight and slender legs stepped out of the car door. A woman in a creamy purple dress appeared.

Her face was exquisite and her round eyes were calm. It was like the quiet water and nothing could set off a ripple.

"Everybody, get in."

Sylvia said as she went up the stairs towards the living room.

The manor was luxuriously decorated.

Sylvia sat on the white leather sofa and dozens of men stood straight in front of her.

"How is it going?"

"Boss, the mafia is trying to take control of our turf, and the night before last they deliberately set fire to our cargo boxes." The man in the lead was in his thirties, named Jaden Read, who had been running the Iqethi business.

Sylvia sneered, her brimming eyes filled with mockery, "Since they have the guts to burn my things, then they need to bear the consequences. A turf war, huh? Very well."