After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 72

"Mr. Maskelyne, he is already downstairs."

Hearing this, Franklin stared at Jasper coldly. "Do you need me to teach you what to do?"

The voice sounded like a death charm in Jasper's ears. He was shocked and quickly said, "I will go now!"

In an instant!

A horrifying scream came from downstairs.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The two waiters were rolling on the ground in pain.

Blood flowed out from their wounds.

One of them had his arm chopped off! The arm was thrown to the ground, and his fingers were still trembling.

"Are you going to tell or not?" Jasper said coldly.

"It's a woman. A woman wearing a mask gave us two hundred thousand!" one of them cried as he lay on the ground.

"OK, we'll tell you everything."

"She said that as long as we give the whisky to Miss Andrews, she will give us another two hundred thousand!"

"She said that this medicine is particularly strong. If Miss Andrews does not get the antidote in time, she will become a sex apathy woman for the rest of her life! She will not be interested in sex at all."

"Ah! I don't dare to lie. I really don't dare!"

"She gave us cash, not a bank card!"

"Where did that woman trade with you?" Jasper asked, kicking them a few more times.

"Restroom! Restroom! Restroom on the second floor of the hotel."

"Take them down and check the surveillance cameras near the restroom!" Jasper said to his subordinates.

Even though Franklin was sitting in the bedroom, he could clearly hear everything downstairs.

Especially when he heard that the target was actually Sylvia, he was shocked.

He had a deep understanding of how strong the medicinal effect last night was.

If it was on Sylvia, she probably would not be able to withstand it!

The mastermind was truly hateful. Her ultimate goal was to make Sylvia sexual apathy!

If it was achieved, it meant that she would never have any sexual desire in the future!

Anger surged in his chest. He wanted to find out who the mastermind was!

This person even dared to harm his woman!

...

Sylvia did not go back to Pearlhall Villa. She went straight back to her small apartment. The location of the apartment was very remote and far from the city.

However, the environment of the neighborhood was good. It was near the lake. She had always liked such places.

Standing on the balcony, one could see the clean surface of the lake. There were some sailboats on the surface of the lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. This feeling would allow one's mind to broaden.

At this time, she was standing on the balcony of the apartment on the eighteenth floor, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, silently tasting it.

The bite marks on her neck were still clear.

But it did not affect her mood at this time.

At this moment, her phone rang. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the strange number on it.

She hesitated for a moment before picking it up. "Hello."

"Miss Andrews? Hello, I am Winter, the president of the Wilson philanthropic foundation." Winter's gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be a hint of a sneer in her voice.

She thought that calling a woman who relied on a man like Sylvia was a form of self-deprecation.

She did so because Sylvia had hit on Paul and Logan, the two super-rich men, and also had a connection with that mysterious Master Keturah

Otherwise, how could she care about this kind of woman? She had always boasted of being a strong independent woman, and she had always looked down on women who relied on men.

"Miss Andrews, are you listening?" She suppressed the disdain inside and asked in a gentle tone.

"Mrs. Wilson, what's the matter?" Sylvia asked casually as she shook the wine glass in her hand.

"Our foundation is holding a gathering recently and we want to invite you to join us. Do you have time?" Winter asked.

"Didn't I just attend Wilson charity dinner a few days ago?" Sylvia said indifferently.