After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 760

Chapter 760

Mrs. Maskelyne was soaked from head to toe, standing in front of the water feature, glaring at Sylvia. Water droplets trickled down her clothes and splashed onto the ground beneath her.

She was drenched and looked disheveled. Her teeth clenched, chest heaving, and she gripped her hands tightly, seething with anger. "Sylvia, you're asking for trouble!"

Sylvia sneered, "Let me take a look at what's inside, shall we?"

"You dare to open it!" Mrs. Maskelyne lunged at Sylvia, with her wet body sending water droplets scattering onto the bystanders.

The onlookers quickly backed away.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow and raised her hand to meet Mrs. Maskelyne's punch. She effortlessly countered Mrs. Maskelyne's attack with a palm, sending her flying once more!

A loud thud!

Mrs. Maskelyne's body followed a similar parabolic trajectory, landing heavily in the water feature again. This time, a larger splash erupted.

After struggling for a moment, Mrs. Maskelyne crawled out of the water, knelt on the ground, and coughed vigorously from having ingested some water. Standing by the water feature was a tall, elegant woman with an icy expression, looking down at her.

Sylvia smiled like a demon from hell. "I remember telling you not to screw with my man."

She raised her foot and stepped on Mrs. Maskelyne's hand. "If you insist on behaving like a pest, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly."

Anything Franklin couldn't do, she was more than willing to do for him.

"Do you know who I am?" Mrs. Maskelyne, her hand crushed under Sylvia's heel, stared at Sylvia with a pale face, alarmed by Sylvia's unexpected improvement in martial skills since their last encounter. She had become even more formidable!

Ouch!

A sharp pain shot through her hand.

She tried to break free, but Sylvia's grip was unyielding.

Just then, dozens of men in black rushed in from the entrance, each one looking menacing and hostile as they lunged toward Sylvia.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Tyrell went over to Mrs. Maskelyne and pulled her to her feet. She trembled and stood huddled in Tyrell's embrace, glaring hatefully at Sylvia as she grappled with the men in black.

At that moment, Franklin joined the fray as well. Blake cracked his knuckles, making a popping sound. "I haven't stretched my muscles in a while."

With those words, he leaped into action, kicking away the two men in black who were closest to Sylvia.

Arian watched in fascination. This guy had some serious martial arts skills. In just a couple of minutes, the group of men trained by Tyrell were all on the ground, whimpering and defeated.

It was a humiliating defeat for Tyrell.

Blake clucked his tongue. "Oh well, anyone else want a turn? This is too easy."

"I'm disappointed," he added. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet.

Tyrell's face darkened. He glared at Franklin and said with bitterness, "What the hell is going on here?"

The hotel's security personnel and manager were hesitant to intervene. They watched from a distance, fearful that getting involved might make things worse.

Mr. Mcguire and his group were all stunned by the spectacle. Sylvia's martial arts skills were incredible, and Franklin's strength was astonishing. Katie silently thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't been beaten to death by Sylvia on that plane – it was nothing short of a miracle.

Taking a deep breath, she moved closer to Mr. Mcguire for safety. Her own life was the top priority.

"Father, I'm no longer the same Franklin as before. I hope you understand that," Franklin said. He held Sylvia's hand and continued, "We're leaving."

They turned and left, with Blake and the others following them out of the venue in a noisy exit. Tyrell's sinister gaze stayed locked on Franklin's retreating figure, lingering long after they had gone.

Mrs. Wright and her family got into a car and headed their separate ways.