After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 602

Chapter 602

"That club is now the most promising one among all the esports clubs in the country."

"I've always heard that Jonathan had a big investor behind him, but I never thought it would be Sylvia."

"I find it a bit strange. How could someone from a small town like Larro have such good investment vision for a club?"

"I think so too. It's too strange."

"But even Mr. Gracia calls her 'boss'!"

Alondra and Sabrina overheard this conversation and felt nothing but sarcasm.

The two women looked at each other with eyes full of hatred.

Sabrina hugged Alondra tightly. "I must make my mother help me seek revenge."

"Sabrina, you have been wronged, it's my fault for not protecting you." Alondra cried uncontrollably. "It's all because of my incompetence."

"No, you're not to blame. Sylvia is." Sabrina stared at the closed elevator doors with hatred in her eyes. "I've never been threatened like that before in my life - choked by someone holding onto my neck - I thought I was dying!"

"Sabrina, don't say anymore about it. Forget those unpleasant memories," Alondra held Sabrina tightly and said.

"Come on, let me take you away from here," she added.

Raiden didn't want to offend Alondra either; he walked over apologetically and said, "I'm sorry; I didn't expect Sylvia to really make it."

"Raiden... it doesn't matter anymore; there's no need to mention her again," Alondra looked defeated as she had never been slapped so hard before since becoming famous.

In fact, no one dared slap her face until today.

She lost face here today but she would definitely regain what she had lost someday soon...

She would make sure that Sylvia paid for what she did.

Sylvia and Franklin went straight back to their hotel after leaving the club.

Jonathan personally drove them there while Weston wanted to say something to Sylvia, and seeing Franklin's dark expression made him want to talk to Sylvia even more.

So...

At the hotel entrance, Weston deliberately untied his scarf which he had wrapped around his neck and flirtatiously wrapped it around Sylvia's slender neck, saying, "Urgford is colder than Larro; next time when you go out, wear something thicker."

As he spoke quickly yet smoothly wrapping up his scarf around her neck where traces of warmth were still left by him earlier on.

Upon seeing the knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at Franklin from the corner of his eye.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you about something but you look tired today. Let's talk tomorrow."

Sylvia lazily nodded her head and said, "This scarf is nice and warm."

She didn't notice Franklin's dark expression or Weston intentionally tying the knot.

"Do you want to come see an auction with me the day after tomorrow?" Weston asked.

"I'm busy," Sylvia replied coldly as she stood outside the hotel, feeling drowsy.

She meant that she had no time for him.

"What about the Old Mr. Wells' tea party this year? Do you have time for that?" Weston asked again.

Sylvia finally sobered up a bit and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold a tea party every three years? Is he holding one this year?"

"Yes," Weston answered.

"Okay then, I'll attend it for the Old Mr. Wells' sake," Sylvia said impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so much? Are you done yet? If so, I'm going upstairs."

When Sylvia finally started shooing him away with impatience in her voice, Franklin felt slightly relieved.

"Honey, it's windy here. Let's go back inside," Franklin suggested before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses to flash quickly before revealing a faint smile on his lips, saying, "Go ahead."

Franklin looked extremely cold-hearted and domineering as he stared at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively before turning around briskly.

Snowflakes fell from above without any warning.

Jonathan felt like slipping away unnoticed, due to their intense confrontation which was too much for someone like him to interfere easily!

Therefore he decided it would be best if he left quietly by himself instead of getting involved further into their silent power struggle.

He rubbed his hands nervously before saying goodbye respectfully, "Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now! Call me if there's anything!"

Sylvia gave a slight nod while walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin towards their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly afterwards asking each other what they wanted to eat next.

Sylvia suddenly realized something - she was very hungry.

"Just order whatever you want to eat and then go to sleep," he said, his eyes fixed on her face. After a moment, he added, "I'm really angry."

"Huh? What are you angry about?" Sylvia was a bit slow on the uptake.

What could he possibly be angry about?

"Why are you wearing another man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin walked up to her and hooked his finger around the knot of the scarf, then proceeded to untie it.

Then... he discovered that the knot was actually tied very tightly.

Damn Weston.