After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 58

Some material young nurses envied Sylvia. The man could afford to drive a Lamborghini, so they believed he must be either rich or powerful.

Sitting in the Bentley, Franklin watched the scene. Rage surged in his eyes, and he pinched his phone tightly.

He gripped the handle on the door and was about to get off.

The next second, Sylvia bypassed Paul and hailed a cab.

"Wait, Miss Andrews. My car is much cozier than the cab." Paul followed her while holding the bouquet.

Sylvia bent over and sat in the taxi, looking at him. "Mr. Kennedy, if you are here to apologize to me, I accept it. If you have another purpose, forget it."

"Apologize?" Paul didn't get the picture.

"You woke me up while I was sleeping several days ago. Shouldn't you apologize?" With those words, Sylvia asked the driver to leave.

On the way, the driver repeatedly checked on the gorgeous woman in the backseat.

He was impressed that she had given up taking the luxury car but chosen to take a taxi, let alone she was a stunner.

Standing motionlessly, Paul gritted his teeth with a sullen face.

The head nurse walked to him, afraid Paul would refuse to pay the bill.

She asked gingerly, "Mr. Kennedy, the bill tonight..."

Other coworkers finally understood what had happened. It turned out Paul had sponsored their gathering.

Paul darted at her and answered crossly, "My assistant will transfer the money to you."

"Thank you, Mr. Kennedy." The head nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the Bentley.

Franklin gaped.

He used to give roses to Sylvia, who loved them. He was surprised to see that she refused the roses from Paul.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Jasper shivered in fear. He wondered why Franklin suddenly became calm and peaceful as he had seethed with rage a few seconds ago. Jasper could even see the joy on his face.

Then, people at the bar's entrance saw that the Bentley was pulled away, following the receding taxi.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. A car is stalking us..." The taxi driver studied the Bentley carefully.

"Ignore him." Sylvia fiddled with her phone, bowing her head.

The next second, the driver stepped on the brake, and the taxi shook violently.

The Bentley forcibly stopped him.

The driver said apologetically, "Sorry, Ma'am. I'm not that good at driving..."

"It's alright."

The door of the Bentley was pushed open. A man got off.

Sylvia stared at the ring on his finger in a daze, wondering why he was still wearing the wedding ring.

It was with a simple design. The woman's ring was a plain-cut diamond ring without any design; the man's ring was just a circle with a small diamond.

After divorcing him, Sylvia had taken off her ring and put it in a nightstand drawer in Townyer Villa's bedroom.

The strong vibe exuded from the man frightened the taxi driver, and his legs weakened.

Franklin pulled the rear door open and ordered, "Get down."

He shoved a bill into the driver's hand.