After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 985

Chapter 985

The contempt and scorn in the middle-aged man's eyes surged towards Sylvia like a raging tide.

However, she simply glanced at him expressionlessly and raised her hand to knock on the door.

There was no sound from inside the room.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The middle-aged man's face darkened. "You really have no manners."

Sylvia gave him a cold look. "You're just an old man with a big mouth."

After speaking, she revealed a mocking smile.

With her naturally stunning and aloof appearance, her smile became even more radiant, instantly captivating.

The middle-aged man sneered at her. "Do you think you can feel satisfied by just showing off your tongue? Miss Andrews, is that all you're capable of?"

He also stepped into the private room.

Two young men dressed in royal guard uniforms followed him and stood on either side of him.

The timid one was probably scared out of his wits.

Yet Sylvia, after entering the private room, went straight to her seat and picked up the teapot, calmly pouring herself a cup of water.

She remembered clearly that the middle-aged man in front of her was Cullen Maskelyne, the president of Aettosa.

Heh...

Cullen Maskelyne.

"Not only do you lack manners, but you also lack education," Cullen said disdainfully as he looked Sylvia up and down. Especially after seeing her take the initiative to pour water for him, he felt that she was completely worthless. He couldn't understand what Franklin saw in her.

His gaze was extremely critical.

As if Sylvia were just a commodity.

Sylvia raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. "I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Maskelyne. I'm just an ordinary person. What are your conditions for saving Franklin?"

Cullen's eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at Sylvia. His voice was full of contempt. As the president, it was already a great honor for him to personally meet her. Yet she dared to set conditions?

Who did she think she was?

"With Mr. Maskelyne's status, there's no need for him to personally meet you. But because you've been with the young master for so many years, he came to give you a clear explanation," said the young man on the left. He had a scar on his eyebrow, but he was handsome. The scar added a touch of recklessness and coldness to his appearance, making him extremely charming.

He looked at Sylvia coldly, with the same contemptuous gaze as Cullen.

Indeed, like master, like dog.

"Miss Andrews... Heh," Sylvia looked at Cullen and asked, "So, Franklin's biological father is you?"

"How impolite. How dare you speak to our Mr. Maskelyne like this!" The scarred man glared at her angrily. "If you don't want anything to happen to the young master, be sensible and leave immediately."

"He is your son. Shouldn't you be more concerned about him than I am?" Sylvia blinked her watery eyes, feeling a bit incredulous. "So, as his father, you came to negotiate conditions with me? I have to leave him so that he can be saved? Do you have the antidote?"

"This is the antidote, there's only one in the world." Cullen suddenly had a red pill in his hand. He smiled arrogantly and coldly.

"In the past, I could have thrown him away. How could I care about his life and death? The one who cares about his life and death is you," Cullen said as he played with the pill in his hand. "Do you want it?"

"If I want it, I have to leave him," Sylvia said calmly. Her throat felt dry, and it took her a while before she continued, "What about Countless Love Ties? I heard there is no antidote."

"I am the president. If I can't even get an antidote, what kind of president would I be?" Cullen laughed arrogantly. "Besides... I was the one who poisoned him in the first place."

Sylvia had never been pushed to such an extent before. She gritted her teeth and said, "Is your purpose to force me to leave him?"

"Otherwise, what else could it be? If you want him to live, you have to leave. If you don't want him to live, then stay by his side. It doesn't matter to me. After all... I lived just fine for so many years without him as my son," Cullen raised an eyebrow, and between his eyebrows appeared a sinister and malicious scar.

"As long as you sign this agreement, this antidote will be yours." The scarred man took out a document and pushed it in front of Sylvia.

Sylvia remained silent as she casually flipped through it with her finger. There was only one line written on it: "Never appear in front of Franklin again."

Her heart sank instantly, and her breathing became tense.

She didn't know how she felt inside. Her scalp felt tight, and looking at that line made her feel like she was being imprisoned.

She cleared her throat and asked softly, "What if I don't?"

Cullen chuckled lowly and met Sylvia's shocked and panicked gaze. "Then you can leave. I'll destroy this antidote right now."

The private room fell into a dead silence.

After a moment, under Cullen's icy gaze, Sylvia's eyes showed obvious attack but also compromise. Her expression became dull as she stared at the life-saving pill in front of her. "You're despicable."

Her head felt empty, despair spreading in her eyes.