After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493

It was because Tyrell threatened him with her life, so Franklin chose to break up with her.
That must be it!
Why hadn't she realized before?
Thinking about it, Sylvia's almond eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at these brawny men in front of her.
"Just come at me! Bullying my man is what you are only capable of?"
"The woman Master Franklin has a crush on is really hot!" The scarred man let out a laugh, a hint of mockery in his voice. "It's better for a woman to be gentle, or she won't end well."
"You're annoying."
Sylvia's red lips curled into a cold smile as she drew a pistol from her thigh and pointed it at the scarred man.
This was a world where the truly strong existed. She curled her red lips and stared coldly at the few men in front of her, they were not worthy of threatening her man!
Even more unworthy to appear in her sight!
They were a shame to her, a reminder of how humiliated Franklin had been because of her!
Killing them all was the best.
Sylvia's brow was furrowed and her almond eyes were full of impatience, and her icy tone sounded grim.
The scarred man looked at her arrogantly, "Do you think a woman is worthy of pointing a gun at me?"
He swiftly took out a gun and aimed it right at Sylvia's brow.
With a glare, he immediately pulled the trigger.
She was facing death, but she was still so arrogant. It looked like she really had a death wish!
It was difficult to quell his inner discontent without killing her.
"I hate it when a punk points a gun at me."
When the woman's clear and cold voice just came out of her lips, a whoosh sounded!
The scarred man only felt a stinging pain on the back of his hand.
The gun fell from his hand with a sound.
He stared in shock at the silver dagger stuck in the back of his hand.
Bright red blood continued to gush out along the back of his hand.
"Is that all Tyrell's henchman is capable of? How can you threaten my husband? Is my husband someone you can look down on?"
The icy voice suddenly sounded in the scarred man's ear.
He was shaken. Looking up, he only saw the slender and slim woman had reached him.
The ink-like almond eyes stared at him with killing intent!
The scarred man was shocked!
When exactly did this woman arrive at his side? It only took a second or two for her to come to him from a few meters away?
How was it possible?
However, he simply did not have time to think.
Because Sylvia curled her lips slightly and she sneered. Reaching out, she easily snatched the pistol that the scarred man had just picked up from the ground!
Throwing it to Franklin, she reached out her left hand reached out to grab the scarred man's neck!
She ruthlessly yanked the scarred man in front of her to make the latter being pressed to the ground in a twisted position!
"Ah!"
The woman's strong force made the scarred man cry out in pain, only to feel that his neck was going to be snapped by her.
"You're impressive, threatening my husband and pointing a gun at me." Sylvia had a sneer on her lips, her almond eyes all icy.
There was a sharp pain in the man's neck and Sylvia's cold voice rang in his ear.
The scarred man was screaming in pain when he saw Sylvia's bright face close to his. The woman's cold eyes reflected in his pupils, so he couldn't help but show fear and terror in his eyes.
What a terrible woman.
She not only had an icy aura, but amazing fighting skills!
In just a moment, the scarred man became this woman's defeated opponent.
This woman was so scary!
"I ... I'm just working for Tyrell. I'm just doing what Tyrell told me to. I'm just a lapdog. Please let me go!"
The scarred man couldn't care less about the pain on his body. He kept struggling and kept howling for mercy.
He looked at Sylvia who was staring at him coldly in front of him, and those beautiful cold black eyes shone with killing intent, making him shudder.
He screamed in fear, "Help! Help me!"
And several other men saw this and came towards Sylvia and surrounded her.
And Franklin's face was full of warmth, and then looked at a few big man with cold eyes, "My wife loves me, so she protects me. How dare you make trouble?"
The grimness in his dark eyes grew deeper and deeper.
Sylvia was always able to surprise him, and he could clearly feel it.
She was angry at Tyrell's shamelessness and the humiliation and bullying he had inflicted on Franklin.
The more he stared at Sylvia, the more different his gaze became. It warmed him that his wife was so protective of him.
While he was dealing with the men, he heard a "click" and Sylvia broke the scarred man's neck.
Several other people looked at each other, all eyes filled with shock.
This ...
Bang!
A gunshot rang out violently and everyone stared at Sylvia in shock and disbelief, only to see her face unchanged.
It was as if it wasn't her who shot a bullet in the head.
As the gun went off, the man who was fighting with Franklin fell to the ground with a bang!
In the dim light, Franklin moved! His grim pupils were filled with displeasure. His large palm reached out to pinch a man's neck!
Twisting it with force, Franklin broke that man's neck.
A man was left shivering as he looked at the terrible couple.
"Go back and tell Tyrell that I will repay them for their kindness and revenge on them for their bad deeds. If they dare to fight against my woman, don't blame me for disregarding their years of nurturing!"
The man's face was white with fear and his legs were weak. It was so terrible and so scary.
Had Franklin been playing weak in front of Tyrell all this time?
What exactly gave Tyrell the impression that Franklin was weak? How dare Tyrell provoke Franklin? How dare he treat Franklin like that before and turn Franklin into this? Why ...
Didn't Franklin have a mania? Wasn't he put in a cage by Tyrell?
Why was he suddenly like a different person? Was he even resisting?
"Victory often comes from the unexpected." Sylvia glanced at Franklin, pulled the corner of her mouth. Bang!
The man ended up falling in a pool of blood.
Franklin was stunned, "Honey, you're really ..."
He then hooked the corners of his lips and blossomed into a seductive smile, "I'm too stupid."
He suddenly felt that his wife was really impressing him more and more.
She was really sweet.
Staring at Franklin's smile, Sylvia dismantled the pistol and tossed it into the cliff's swift current.
"Franklin, your parents are not ordinary people. No need to show them mercy."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You're right, honey." Franklin walked over. Thinking of how he was just being protected by Sylvia, he felt warmth flood his heart again.
He took Sylvia's hand, "Let's go down the hill."
And at this time inside the tent on the hillside.
Brayden lay drowsily on the haystack, and by now the night was late.
He opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel his lips dry, and there seemed to be a stone in his throat.
"Water ... Water ..."
He pursed his lips and murmured unconsciously.
Jenna, lying beside him, heard the voice and immediately raised her head, looking at him with worry in her eyes, "Brayden, what did you say?"
Jenna listened for a while and finally heard what Brayden was saying.
She blushed and hurriedly stood up and poured a glass of warm water.
The young girl squatted next to the man and brought the glass of water to his lips, "Brayden, water ... Hurry up and drink it."
The man opened his mouth and drank all the water inside the cup in a few gulps.
Jenna took back her glass of water and put it on the small table beside her.
"Water ... Water ..."
So thirsty, so thirsty ...
Brayden opened his eyes in a trance, his unfocused pupils looking at the beautiful face flashing in front of him.
His eyes fell on the girl's watery, pink lips.
His brain had lost the ability to think. He did everything by instinct.
He suddenly stretched out his arm. His strong palm yanked the girl's slender arm. The next second, Jenna whimpered.
She was then held into his strong arms.
The man rolled over and pushed her down onto the hay beneath him.
Before she could react, the hot breath was on her face as he bent down.
Her eyes suddenly widened!
Well...
Incredibly, her heartbeat accelerated.
His softness and high temperature.
Her face was red and her small hands struggled to push Brayden.
But the man was as unshakeable as a mountain. She could only struggle passively.
A long time passed and he finally fell contentedly into dreamland again. His body fell beside Jenna.
Jenna pushed him away and sat up violently, blushing and covering her red lips.
She tried to pull over the quilt to help cover the man with it, but her face changed when she touched the man's arm.
It was hot!
Even his breath seemed to be burning!
"Brayden, you have a fever!" Jenna stood up anxiously, and without thinking, she rushed towards the medical center.
It was still raining heavily outside, and she couldn't care less about the rain beating down on her body as she hurried over.
The medical center was manned, and hearing her words, one doctor immediately followed her to the tent with a thermometer and medical kit, a few minutes later.
The doctor took the thermometer out from under Brayden's arm and looked at it and said, "He has a fever as high as 39 degrees centigrade. An IV drip is needed."
"How did he get a high fever?" Jenna sounded anxious.
"He was hit so hard during the day, and he was in the rain for so long. It would be strange if he hadn't had a fever." The doctor said and gave Brayden an IV drip to reduce the fever, "Keep an eye on him and call me if anything happens. Tomorrow it would be best to persuade him to go to the city hospital. There is no good in continuing to stay here."