After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 935

Chapter 935

"Check who we're dealing with," Sylvia's eyes were fixed on her phone, squinting slightly as her long lashes cast a faint silhouette over her eyelids. Her glassy eyes gleamed with a hint of coldness.

Alby replied almost instantly, "I'm already checking. Don't worry."

"I've been busy lately with weddings and engagements. I can't come to see you. Please help me find out about this matter. Thank you," Sylvia's fingers tapped away at the keys on her phone before sending the message.

After sending it, she put away her phone without replying to any other irrelevant messages.

As she turned around, she saw Franklin had already closed his laptop and was gazing at her intently from the side.

His expression was calm but tinged with indulgence and warmth.

Sylvia smiled brightly, "What are you staring at? Let's go eat."

Franklin's lips curled into a charming curve as he reached out to take Sylvia's soft hand and stood up, "Let's go."

The 16th and 17th floors of the hotel were both restaurants; however, the 16th floor was private dining rooms while the 17th floor was a regular buffet restaurant. Most people who didn't have important matters would choose the more comfortable and relaxed environment of the buffet restaurant.

The elevator beeped as it stopped on the 17th floor.

Franklin led Sylvia out of the elevator holding hands while a waiter in black-and-white hotel uniform waited for them by its doors.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, please follow me," said politely by their waiter whose collar had an added red bowtie.

Sylvia looked up to see that there were flowers decorating both sides of red carpet which they stepped onto after leaving from elevator entrance hallway behind them.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, please come inside. I wish you an enjoyable meal."

The waiter introduced himself professionally, while smiling warmly towards Franklin and Sylvia, making him seem very excitedly enthusiastic.

Oh my god!

He actually served Mr. Maskelyne and Mrs. Maskelyne! He felt so happy that he could pass out, even though all Franklin did was nod his head in acknowledgement towards him!

Mrs. Maskelyne had a good attitude and even thanked him. After saying thank you, Franklin and Sylvia walked towards the restaurant.

As soon as they stepped inside, Sylvia's eyes were drawn to the array of food in the restaurant. There were all kinds of seafood dishes, high-end desserts, and various types of cuisine.

Not only that, but there was also a self-serve cooking station every ten meters or so in the restaurant. In addition to choosing from these prepared dishes, customers could also choose their own flavors and ingredients and have them cooked on-site by chefs.

Sylvia rarely visited this type of hotel under Maskelyne Group; she usually went to Golden Restaurant with Franklin. She didn't expect that Maskelyne Group's hotels would be so thoughtful in their hospitality.

"Do you have any special requests? If so, we can customize a dish for you on-site," Franklin looked down at her with his eyes low. Sylvia shook her head," These prepared dishes are fine."

She didn't have any strange taste requirements; she was just hungry.

They came down to eat relatively early at 11 o'clock in the morning; therefore, there weren't many customers dining in the restaurant yet.

Melodious music floated through the air echoing around them, making everything feel elegant and full of charm.

Sylvia picked out some dishes she wanted to eat before walking over to where all kinds of seafood were displayed like an oceanarium brought indoors.

There were various types floating around right before her eyes along with buttons allowing customers to pick which one they wanted cooked fresh by chefs on site.

The feeling was especially great when it came from catching it herself.

Sylvia then chose some prepared seafood such as Boston lobsters before going off again for some fruits.

All sorts stood tall like trees equipped with tools for picking fresh fruit alongside baskets filled with all sorts making people want nothing more than wanting to pick them themselves.