After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 382

Eden also rushed over incredulously with his eyes red rimmed, "Nurse, please save her!"

Brock shivered and pulled out his cell phone to call Sylvia, but he couldn't get through.

James' tears mixed with raindrops slid down his cheeks. His voice was hoarse, "Nurse, my sister is still very young. She is not yet 20 years old ... She is in her prime. Please ... think of another way ..."

The nurse was dragged by this handsome man, but she was not in the mood to appreciate his handsome face. She said pitifully, "We tried our best ... you guys better be mentally prepared."

Just at that moment!

The elevator door slid open.

From inside stepped out a woman covered in mud and water. The woman was soaked. Her thin clothes stuck to her body, showing her curved figure.

She smelled a strong smell of blood. Rain and blood slid down the corners of her clothes. As she strode over, a stream of red water marks winding on the floor.

She was like a devil returning from hell, with cold, sharp eyes and a resolute look.

Behind her are dozens of tall men in camouflage uniforms with cold faces and strong vibes. Clearly, they were not easy to mess with.

The young nurse had never seen such a situation before. She was scared and rushed to the emergency room.

But behind her came the woman's cold voice, which resounded in the corridor.

"Stand still."

The nurse took a deep breath and turned around slowly, but the woman had come close to her. The nurse looked up timidly and fearfully, and she was stunned when she saw the woman clearly.

"Dr. Sylvia?"

Surprisingly, it was Dr. Sylvia!

Sylvia pulled out a small box and put it into the nurse's hand, "This is the antidote. Make Poppy take it."

"OK, OK."

The nurse ran into the emergency room.

"Sylvia." James, who was in pain and anxiety, saw this scene and rushed over with a surprised face. "You got the antidote?"

"Yes." Sylvia nodded, and did not intend to tell James how she got the antidote back. "Go tell Franklin about it."

"Okay, I'll go now." James almost jumped up with excitement.

Brock looked at Sylvia with complicated feelings in his eyes.

Why did Sylvia, the sponsor in his movie, have such a powerful vibe?

She returned with the antidote like a savior of the world, which was exciting.

Although he was curious about Sylvia, he knew he shouldn't ask.

"Miss Andrews, you take a break."

"Sylvia... please sit," Eden swallowed and pointed to the bench and said. He really did not know what to say! He was afraid that those camouflage-clad men would press him against the wall and beat him hard!

"No, I need to go back and wash up," Sylvia said with no expression.

She turned around, and the men behind her turned around as well, and the group left.

"She looks like a gang boss!" Eden did not dare to whisper until the group disappeared into the elevator.

"She is," Brock said faintly.

The night was deep.

The rain was still pouring down.

It rained nonstop.

Sylvia sat in front of her computer and began to work on the script.

She changed the heroine's persona setting and the plots.

By the time she finished revising, it was four in the morning.