After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 231

Skyla sneered, rolled her eyes, and blocked the door. Holding her arms across her chest, she snorted,

"Want to enter? You wish! I reserved this banquet room first. Who do you think you are? Bitch!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She had lost her husband and the company and become the laughingstock of Larro's upper class

because of Sylvia. How she wished to skin Sylvia alive!

Skyla failed to repress her anger and was about to slap Sylvia.

However, before Sylvia could react, Skyla's hand was grabbed by a big hand.

The man shook her off violently, and she fell to the ground.

Pain surged from her hips. Skyla got up and snapped despite the pain, "How dare you hit me! Do you

know who I am?"

She shouted abuse.

"Kick her out," a man's icy voice sounded out.

Skyla looked over, only to find Franklin walking toward Sylvia in a black suit. His eyes were full of ice,

and he looked sullen and aggressive. Under the light in the corridor, he was stunning, like a superstar.

He seemed to pull at everyone's heartstrings whenever he took a step. He was indeed an elegant,

aloof nobleman.

"Mr. Maskelyne? Why are you here as well?" Skyla widened her eyes, trembling in disbelief.

The next second, she realized she had become an earl's daughter in Aettosa, so she didn't need to be

afraid of Franklin, a businessman.

Skyla stood upright and glared at Jasper, who stopped her from hitting Sylvia. "Who do you think you

are? How dare you bully me!"

She dragged Tammy to stand in front of Franklin. "Mr. Maskelyne, do you know who my daughter and I

are now? Do you still want to do business in Aettosa? You've offended us. You're doomed."

"You know what? Sylvia Andrews is just a cheap slut. My daughter's status is a hundred times higher

than hers."

"Too noisy!" Franklin uttered coldly, glaring at the men in black behind him.

Several bodyguards rushed to Skyla and Tammy, kept them in control, and dragged them toward the

elevator.

"Wait and see, Franklin Maskelyne, Sylvia Andrews! I must avenge!" Skyla couldn't stop cursing as she

had gone ballistic.

The lobby manager stood before Franklin in embarrassment, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. "I'm

terribly sorry, Mr. Maskelyne. It's all my fault."

Franklin ordered sullenly, "I never want to see the two women again."

"OK, Mr. Maskelyne. I'll arrange for it now." The lobby manager left hurriedly as if he was escaping.

Since then, all hotels run by Maskelyne banned Skyla and Tammy.

Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby on the first floor, the bodyguards tossed Skyla and Tammy out of the

hotel.

In embarrassment, Skyla had to repress her urge to curse loudly as there were many celebrities and

women from the upper class. She and Tammy helped each other stand up and walked toward the lobby

again.

However, as soon as they pushed the door, two security guards stopped them, "Sorry. You two have

been banned from entering our hotel. Please leave."

The celebrities had run out of patience while waiting in the lounge.

Watching the two women be kicked out, they exchanged glances with each other and followed them

out. Then they heard the security guards' warning.

The celebrities gaped at Skyla and Tammy. One marchioness said, "What happened, Ms. Watts? This

hotel is a chain hotel globally. If you are banned, you'll never be allowed to enter all the chain hotels

under this brand."

"What on earth happened?"

"Didn't you say you'd reserved a banquet room to hold a party?"

"It's so late now. We can't stay in the hotel or hold the party, can we?"

The lobby manager could tell he couldn't afford to offend any of those celebrities. With a professional

smile, he explained, "You all are welcome to check into our hotel if you've reserved rooms, but Ms.

Watts and her daughter are only the two exceptions."

"That's better."

"Sorry, Ms. Watts. The countess did it out of her kindness. Unfortunately, we can't hold a party now. I'm

afraid we'll also be kicked out from the fashion shows tomorrow." The marchioness meaningfully

glanced at Skyla with a miserable look, unconcealed disdain written all over her eyes.

"Let's go shopping tomorrow."

"Let's go home after staying here for two days. So dramatic!"

"Right. I don't have any interest in watching the shows. How annoying!"

None of the wealthy women or the celebrities were kind.

They didn't like Skyla initially, as they were born into noble families. Although Skyla was the earl's

daughter, she hadn't grown up in their circle, so they disliked her.

After getting familiar with Skyla, they also found this woman was petty and cheap.

They wondered how blind the earl had been to take such a daughter home.

Thinking of the elegant countess, they couldn't find any familiarity between Skyla and the countess.

Upon hearing their mockery, Skyla had to tolerate them in anger.

Fury surged in her heart. She had thought she had become a woman with status so no one would dare

to disdain her. However, she had encountered Sylvia in this place.

Sylvia was her powerful remedy. Skyla didn't think she would have become a laughingstock if it weren't

for her.

...

In the banquet room, Franklin and Sylvia entered, followed by others.

The hall was decorated luxurious and romantic. Melodious music echoed in the air.

Lifting a brow, Sylvia looked at Franklin. "Don't you have a dinner party?"

"Coincidentally, it's the same one as yours." Franklin smiled at her. "Are you mad?"

"Stop overthinking." Sylvia almost rolled her eyes at him.

Franklin rubbed her hair. "I'll go talk to Mr. Alexander. Suit yourself."

Sylvia frowned at him as she was enlightened. "Are you the mysterious investor of our company?"

Gazing at her without blinking, Franklin didn't answer immediately. When Sylvia thought she would

never get the answer, he replied, "Guess." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

'Guess my ass!' thought Sylvia. She gritted her teeth. "What a bore!"