After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 282

In anger, Roland asked Brock, "Brock, you were an excellent student at university and always won

scholarships. Shall we compete for the box office of our movies this time?"

Brock thought he was too bored. However, his unpleasant days over the years were all caused by

Roland's conspiracy. The scumbag had stolen everything from him and ruined his family.

The thought sent him into a rage.

Brock asked without hesitation, "What will you do if my box office's record is higher?"

"If so, I... I'll quit being a director and resign from the entertainment business," Roland squeezed words This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

between his teeth. He didn't believe Brock would make an excellent movie after stopping filming for so

many years.

"If your box office's record is higher, I'll also resign and never come back," Brock replied coldly. Anyway,

he had lost a lot of things, and he wouldn't mind risking everything.

The reporters enjoyed watching the fun, recording everything they said.

Roland glared at Brock angrily, wishing to skin him alive.

In his opinion, Brock had been defeated by him. However, he bounced back.

Although Roland despised Brock, he had to admit he was indeed pissed.

Since Brock's startup ceremony ended earlier, the reporters officially interviewed Roland's team,

including Gianna and Zane. Nothing exciting happened.

Clearly, the reporters were absentminded.

When it was noon, they posted the reports on different platforms.

"Two startup ceremonies. The battle between university classmates. Who do you prefer, Brock Davila

and Roland Simon?"

"The director who plagiarized bounced back. His actress is a newcomer."

"Eden West's first movie. Will you support him?"

"Brock Davila hired a green hand for his female leading role."

All the Twitter trends were about Brock and his new movie, attracting the netizens' attention.

Roland seethed with rage. When he scrolled down the trending list, he finally saw the topic "Angel and

Demon on Earth", but it was because of his bet with Brock.

A few weeks ago, he had hyped up his movie on Twitter. However, no one paid attention to his movie's

startup ceremony.

Instead, they all focused on Brock. Roland boiled over with anger.

He still hadn't known that he would be angrier shortly after.

...

Sitting in the lab, Sylvia browsed the news on her tablet.

"The movie is surprisingly eye-catching." Logan passed her a plate of sliced fruit and sat next to her.

Sylvia picked up a strawberry and ate it. "Brock Davila directed a movie again, so it must be eye-

catching. Many people will pay attention to him."

Logan looked hesitant. "Boss, I wonder if I should tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Mr. Maskelyne added 300 million dollars to the movie."

Sylvia's hand holding the strawberry stiffened. In disbelief, she stared at him. "What are you talking

about?"

Logan had to bite the bullet and tell her the investment in detail.

"Is he nuts?" Sylvia frowned. She picked up her phone and dialed Franklin's number.

She seldom took the initiative to call him.

In the ward of the hospital opposite, when Franklin saw her incoming call, he smiled. His intense eyes

lit up.

"Hello."

Sylvia heard him answer the call, his voice low and mellow, sending a brisk thrill coursing through her

veins.

Her ears reddened. Sylvia almost dropped her phone.

After taking a deep breath, she asked, "Are you nuts? Why did you invest 300 million dollars in my

movie?"

"Your movie?" Franklin felt disappointed once he realized Sylvia was talking business with him.

He replied unhappily, "I want to invest in your movie. Can't I do it?"

'Mr. Maskelyne, you sounded like a fatuous and self-indulgent ruler,' Jasper's inner voice complained.

"That's too much." Sylvia wondered what was on his mind. "Brock asked me for 300 million dollars

because the money could cover all the movie's expenses. Why did you add another 300 million? I

know you are wealthy, but we don't need that much money."

"Sweetie, you want to make your dream come true, so I must support you. It's never verbal, and I must

do it practically," Franklin replied, his voice as pleasant as a cello.

Lying on the bed against a big pillow. Franklin imagined how touched Sylvia was after hearing his

words.

"I have money. I don't need you to do it practically," Sylvia replied.

Her words abruptly brought Franklin out of his scattered thoughts.

He sighed helplessly as Sylvia was indeed independent and stubborn.

After ending the call, Franklin shook his head.

He recovered recently, so he could check out a few days later.

However, the doctor reminded him to stay in bed for another few weeks before he fully recovered.

...

The night was deep.

Sylvia lay on the bed pretty early, closing her eyes.

She had taken the antidote to rid herself of Rejuvenator, so she needed plenty of rest.

It was almost midnight.

Suddenly, a tall, slender figure approached her bed slowly.

The man bowed his head, gazing at her face revealed from the thin quilt on the bed.

Her eyes were covered by her thick eyelashes. Her red lips were juicy and appealing on her delicate

face.

After taking the antidote for a few days, Sylvia recovered well. She no longer looked as pale as before.

However, she has lost a lot of weight.

While sleeping, Sylvia sensed something wrong, as if she was being watched.

Frowning, she gradually opened her eyes and saw a handsome face in front of her.

Franklin was startled, seeing her wake up.

When he was wondering how to answer her questions to be asked, Sylvia rubbed her eyes dizzily and

muttered, "Alas... Why do I dream of Franklin again?"

'Again? Has she dreamed of me before?'

Franklin felt pleased with this thought.

Franklin was overjoyed as his beloved woman missed him.

Suddenly, Sylvia wrapped her fair arms around his neck and pulled him down. Franklin bent over,

clinging to her body.

They hadn't had sex for a long time. His body tightened immediately, and he started panting.

Sylvia said softly, "It's my dream. I can't miss the opportunity to kiss him."