After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598

"Because you knew the medicine was fake, you were guilty and scared."

Alondra curled her red lips slightly in triumph, as if she had spotted Sylvia's weakness.

She was sure that medicine provided by Sylvia were fake.

She didn't think someone like Sylvia could have so many pills of RL 133.

Maybe some bigwig or senior official could own so many, but it could never be Sylvia, a shallow doctor from Larro.

Alondra sneered as she stared at Sylvia condescendingly as if she were the sanctioner.

Sylvia stood expressionless, seeing Alondra, the so-called expert, as a clown, "Do what you want. You can say whatever you want."

She sat down directly on a bench aside and folded her arms above her chest, "I'll just wait here for your identification."

Franklin came over and sat next to her, his long arms reaching out to wrap her into his arms.

His large, slender hand reached out to press her head onto his shoulder, "You can sleep for a while in my eyes."

So ...

Everyone in the room stared at the scene in shock.

Franklin dotingly looked at Sylvia in his arms, who slowly closed her eyes and nestled on his shoulder for a nap.

She was really tired. She had barely slept, and rushed over non-stop.

Then she was surrounded by so many ridiculous people who babbled nonsense all along, which made her have a headache.

Yet, among the crowd, she could sleep soundly.

It was half an hour later when Mr. Gracia arrived.

Sabrina stepped out of the elevator with a young man, her face smug and complacent as if she was ready to crush Sylvia, slap Sylvia in the face, and destroy her.

It was as if she had seen the scene where Sylvia lost face.

She felt excited.

"Mr. Gracia, this way please."

She stepped on her high heels and arrived in front of the crowd with Weston Gracia with her head held high.

"Mr. Gracia," Alondra greeted Weston immediately, looking at him with a warm smile on her face.

Everyone looked at Weston in unison. The man had a handsome face, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looked elegant and gentle, not at all like the owner of Urgford's largest auction house, or the rumored ruthless man.

They all secretly speculated that Weston would expose Sylvia's lies and hit Sylvia in the face.

Many people were looking at Sylvia, who still had her eyes closed, with a look of watching a good show.

As if unaware of Weston's arrival, Sylvia was still sleeping.

"Mr. Gracia, we have a bottle of RL 133 here, and I heard that one pill was auctioned off on your auction some time ago, so I guess you know it very well. Can you help to identify whether this bottle is real or not?"