After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 70

The man felt like a completely different person the moment he lifted her off the ground.

Noticing his changes, Paul held his breath, leaped forward, and stopped him with a stern face, "Mr. Maskelyne, it's rude of you to do that, isn't it?"

"Get off!" Franklin said in a deep and hoarse voice.

"Put me down, Franklin." Sylvia was embarrassed.

She could feel many people watching them.

The two super-rich men had made quite a scene.

Tension grew between Franklin and Paul as they glared at each other.

Sylvia's heels were still in pain, but the pain was a piece of cake to her.

She pinched Franklin in his strong waist. "Are you deaf? I said put me down!"

Franklin felt hurt in the waist, lowering his eyes to look at her. She was seen with rosy cheeks and a cute angry look on her face.

He felt softened and laid her down obediently.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, she waved at Logon, who had been absorbed in talking among the crowd, "Logan, come over here, right now."

As soon as he heard it, Logan gave an apologetic smile to the middle-aged man before him and sprinted to her. Before he got to ask her, the woman held out her hand like a queen, gave him a reproachful look, and said, "Keep me steady."

"Yes!" replied Logon, suppressing the urge to say, "Your Majesty!"

"I dare you to go with him." Franklin shot daggers at Logan.

Franklin pursed his lip slightly with a silent stare at the two.

Sylvia thought he was unreasonable. "If I can't go with him, should I go with you? What am I to you, Mr. Maskelyne? Just think clearly about it and tell me."

The man leaned forward and twirled a strand of her hair around her ear with his shapely fingers. "Don't you know it?"

He threw the question to her.

"Yes, I do know, and that's why I going with him." Sylvia raised her hand and blew him a kiss. "Never see you again."

Sylvia was leaving the room step by step, holding onto Logan's arm.

Even with the pain in her ankle, she walked gracefully, as if she couldn't have felt the pain.

People made a way for them automatically.

Franklin was wild with rage.

That unruly woman!

With a fierce look on his face, the man grabbed a glass of whisky from the table and gulped it down.

He then strode toward the woman.

At that time, Sylvia and Logan had been out of the hotel, and Sylvia was waiting for Logan to get his car.

The night breeze blew her hair, sending a chill through her.

All of a sudden, her tender wrist was grabbed by a strong big hand. After a forceful pull, she was in warm arms.

She could even clearly feel the powerful heartbeats of the man and the strong vitality.

The strong smell of male hormones along with the husky overbearing voice of the man overwhelmed her, "I'm way better than Logan."

Logan even left her freezing in the cold.

"But he obeys me," said Sylvia in an impassive tone, "Let go, Mr. Maskelyne."

"No way!" A blaze of fire was hidden in the man's eyes.

Sylvia turned around and found the man's eyes fixed dead on her.

The eerie blaze in those dark eyes grew brighter.

Those eyes were staring at her without a blink.

Sylvia knitted her eyebrows, as she saw his blushing face, and her face then darkened.

Something was wrong with Franklin's look.

"What did you drink?"

His strong self-control broke.

He stared at Sylvia with his blazing eyes.

"Franklin, what have you eaten? Did you drink anything at dinner?" Sylvia asked in a grim tone.

Still he remained silent, as he lifted her off the ground and carried her on his shoulders, marching toward his Bentley.

Meanwhile, Jasper had driven the car outside the hotel.

Franklin threw Sylvia into the car.

As the car slowly started, Logan drove past it and saw what had happened.