After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 526 The old Evans was not stupid at all. None of those few descendants of the Evans family were competent enough to take over the Evans Group.

Tiffany in particular, how he had hoped for her in the beginning, and how desperate he was now.

He was so blind to think that she was the child who could inherit the Evans family.

Now, he really realized this child that he brought up was a flop.

The things she did really disappointed him to the core.

In particular, she stole the ruby and auctioned it off a few days ago, so the old Evans never wanted to see her again in his life.

So...

At this moment, even though Tiffany peeled apples and poured him attentively, he didn't give a damn about it.

"Grandpa, are you really going to give the Evans family to Sylvia?" Tiffany said sadly and painfully, "She does not want it at all, you might as well..." "No way! Not in your lifetime." the old Evans interrupted Tiffany, "I will only give the Evans family to Sylvia, and no one else will ever get the Evans family.” With that, he looked at Sylvia again, "Sylvia, are you sure you don't want it?" Sylvia's heart fluttered. Looking at the old Evans' pale hand still pressing on the instrument's switch, she finally sighed resignedly, "OK." Hearing her finally say yes, the old Evans couldn't help showed a smile of relief.

He drank some porridge. He was very tired.

So, it didn't take him long to fall asleep again.

Sylvia told the caregiver to take good care of the old Evans and turned around to leave.

Tiffany was furious and followed her, "Don’t be smug because you're the head of the family. I tell you, no one approve of you. You just get the title. You'll ..." "Are you finished?" Sylvia looked at her with an icy expression.

There was no emotion in her eyes.

"Eh--" Tiffany froze and stared at Sylvia in a daze. Sylvia's aura of power somehow made her unable to utter a word.

"Shut up when you're done." Sylvia glanced at her with a cold and dry look and walked straight towards the office.

Tiffany stood in place, looking at her back with anger and rage.

Why was she afraid of Sylvia? She didn't want to admit that she was overwhelmed by Sylvia's aura.

Sylvia returned to the office only to find Franklin there again.

He was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, his quiet side perfect. His polished face showed coldness.

His dark, deep eyes glistered with a seductive luster. His thick eyebrows, straight nose, and stunning lips showed that he was noble and elegant.

He wore a black shirt, the sleeves were pulled up to betray his sexy, strong arm.

"Why are you here again?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows and looked at Franklin who was sitting there, "Are you so idle?" "Can't | come over to see my wife?" The man smiled, his lips curved into an attractive smile.

"Of course you can." Sylvia couldn't do anything about him, and walked over, only to see several plates of fresh fruit on the coffee table.

Did this man come here to deliver fruit? Franklin picked up a cherry and brought it to Sylvia's lips. She was stunned and opened her mouth to swallow it when she heard the man's voice ringing out, "All the money for disaster relief has been allocated to the disaster area, and the Wilson philanthropic foundation has contributed five million." The cherry juice was fresh in her mouth and Sylvia said as she ate, "Clark is so generous?" "This is a task from the senior officials. He has no guts to say no." Franklin's lips curled up in a hint of mockery.

Since Clark dared to ruin Sylvia's Royal Galaxy Hotel, he would find a way to destroy everything Clark owned! A meaningful look flashed into the man's eyes, but it quickly faded.

Sylvia casually turned on the TV, which was showing entertainment news.

"Angel, the web celeb, officially gets into the Wilson Entertainment owned by Wilson Group and becomes its first signed artist.

Mr. Wilson, may | ask why you're so optimistic about Angel?" Clark, dressed in a black suit, sat on the sofa with a cold face and a touch of rejection on his feminine, handsome face.

"Angel is a very hardworking girl and | found the toughness in her, which was perfect for the entertainment industry, and | believe Maskelyne Entertainment can make Angel a national idol." "Mr. Wilson made a really good point." The moderator passed the microphone back to Angel, "What do you think of being called little Sylvia?" Angel, with similar makeup to Sylvia, wearing a snow-white dress, looked innocent and glamorous, but at the age of 18 or 19 years old.

But probably because she had been a web celeb for years, she was not timid at all.

"Sylvia has always been my idol. | admire her very much and love her. Being called little Sylvia, | feel very honored and happy.

But | believe that one day my fame will surpass hers and | will stand higher than her." Franklin stared unhappily at Clark and Angel on the TV.

"Angel does look similar to Sylvia in facial features. If it's late at night, or in a dark place, it is hard to distinguish between you just by looking at the silhouette.” Sylvia raised her eyebrows and looked at Angel.

She curled her lips and smiled, "Clark's tactics are getting nastier. He finds someone similar to me to disgust me. If Angel does something unpleasant, | might be the scapegoat.” "That's a good point." Franklin nodded, "Looks like we'll have to find a way to get Angel to ..." "Not yet." Sylvia stared at the TV with cold eyes, "Let's see what Clark is up to his sleeves.” And at this time the bullet comments were about some criticism against Angel, "Angel blatantly provoked Sylvia! How dared she!" "TSK, is she waiting for me to make a response, so that she could use publicity stunts to hype up and criticize me as a petty woman?" Sylvia chuckled and shook her head, "I don't bother with this sort of clown." She was now very famous and had countless fans.

It was not surprising that there was someone who looked like her.

Many newcomers in the entertainment industry liked to gain fame in this way.

This kind of publicity stunts were common.

But not everyone could gain fame in this way.

"Honey, let's watch a movie." Franklin didn't want Sylvia to be bothered by these annoyances anymore, "Let's go." Next to the study was a family theater that was well decorated.

Franklin carried Sylvia straight to the sofa and the room was decorated in a very cozy way.

The man turned on all the devices, "What do you want to see?" "Anything." Sylvia yawned.

It turned out...

Franklin chose a romantic movie.

Many intimate kissing scenes were in this movie, so Sylvia could not help but blush when watching it.