After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 288

She continuously flirted with him and hit on him, but she refused to remarry him.

The thought annoyed Franklin.

He was more annoyed because she came to him due to Poppy's matter.

'What am I to her? Just a tool?'

Let alone she used him to relieve her virus before.

Franklin suddenly looked back, staring at Sylvia worriedly.

He couldn't help wondering if she had recovered entirely before getting busy with her movie.

'Damn it! Logan is just a loser. She's too weak now. Sure enough, I cannot trust any of them.' thought

Franklin.

Franklin reached out and dragged her into his arms. Feeling sorry for her, he said, "Good girl, I agree

with everything you said. Please promise me you'll take good care of yourself."

'What a twist, Mr. Maskelyne! Don't you feel embarrassed?'

Jasper blinked. Didn't Mr. Maskelyne refuse Miss Andrews to hit on him? Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Pressing her head against Franklin's firm chest, Sylvia blushed. A smile played on her lips.

Franklin heaved a sigh. He had to admit that she had completely gotten control of him.

He just couldn't understand why it was so difficult to be her husband again.

...

The film set.

Poppy called James excitedly and told him Franklin wouldn't send her abroad. James was envious.

"Did Sylvia talk to Franklin in person?"

"She's so nice to you. Sylvia sent Romeo and me to Wilson Group for the internship but treated you so

kindly. Humph!" James remarked in jealousy.

"She even arranged a job for you, James. Doesn't she treat you well? I found the job by myself." Poppy

also envied James after hearing his words.

A man and a woman walked to Poppy and said respectfully, "Miss Maskelyne, we're tutors hired by

Miss Andrews for you. We'll train you to act."

Poppy gaped at them in a daze.

James happened to overhear their words on the phone. He angrily hung up the phone immediately.

'No! I can't let Poppy occupy Sylvia's kindness only. I must attract Sylvia's attention and let her know

I'm also outstanding.'

At least James didn't think he was less competent than Poppy.

Poppy shoved her phone into her pocket and asked, "Aren't... Aren't you the tutors from the drama

academy? Mr. Dane Lane and Ms. Ashly Moyer, right?"

The two tutors used to join a performing variety show and were famous.

She didn't believe Sylvia hired them to be her tutors.

Poppy was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

Sylvia was such a great sister-in-law, and Poppy felt indeed happy.

"Yes. We'll teach you from the fundamental things, Miss Maskelyne. You'll definitely make great

progress soon."

The two tutors worked hard. They tutored her in detail and patiently whenever Poppy finished filming

her part.

Moreover, they also gave Eden and other crew members some suggestions.

The tutors would tell them everything in detail whenever someone asked them questions.

Brock immediately felt his burdens had been relieved a lot.

One day, Poppy picked up a glass of water and took a sip. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her

throat and something weird in her body.

Frowning, she wondered what was going on.

Raising the water glass, Poppy wondered if something was wrong with the water or if she had talked

too much during the training.

However, before she thought it through, she had to start the next scene.

She didn't know a woman was spying on her. After seeing Poppy finish the water, she stomped angrily.

Gianna slapped her assistant across her face. "Didn't you tell me that's the glass for the sponsor

named Sylvia Andrews? Why did Poppy Maskelyne drink it?"

A mysterious man gave her a pill without any smell or taste. The person who took it could easily get

into an accident.

Gianna was instructed how to use it and got the pill, but she didn't let Sylvia take it.

Cursing inwardly, she slapped her assistant again.

She had thought the movie wouldn't continue if something happened to Sylvia. However, Poppy took

the pill.

It was useless as Poppy was a green hand and unimportant to the movie.

Lowering her head, the assistant covered her cheeks in silence.

Feeling the burning pain in her face, she repressed her anger and reluctance. She had worked for

Gianna for years. If she hadn't been too poor and Gianna hadn't paid her well, she would have quit the

job long ago.

However, thinking about her mother lying in the hospital, the assistant had to tolerate Gianna's abuse.

Gianna was never as easygoing and sweet as she looked in public. Instead, she was short-tempered,

vicious, and violent.

"Sorry, Gianna. It's all my fault."

Gianna glared at her in a fury. That was the only pill she had. However, it didn't achieve her goal.

Seething with rage, she pinched the assistant's arm with all her strength.

"You loser! I asked you to check the information before doing it, but you failed."

The assistant paled. "Have mercy, Gianna. It will never happen again."

"Idiot!" Gianna repeatedly pinched her. When she was exhausted, she stopped. "Go back! Why are you

still standing here? Want them to find you?"

She turned away angrily.

The assistant wiped the tears off her cheeks and followed them.

...

The Evans family's Villa.

Early morning, the old Evans got ready and let the driver take him out.

Tiffany and her mother watched him and could tell he was joyful and looked spirited.

Tiffany asked, "Grandpa, it's so early in the morning. Where are you going?"

The old Evans stopped mid-step and smiled faintly, "I'll meet an old friend of mine."

The morning sunlight fell into the living room. The sunny day made him more joyful.

Without speaking more, he left the house with the chauffeur.

Watching his back, Neve looked vicious. "Old bastard! He must be going to see Sylvia Andrews."

"Mom, what should we do now? Shall we watch Sylvia Andrews come back without doing anything?"

Tiffany asked anxiously.

Sylvia hadn't returned, but Tiffany was ignored already.

If Sylvia came back, Tiffany believed Sylvia would be the future heir of the Evans family.

"Let's go!"

Neve sneered, her eyes full of gloominess.

Then she followed the old Evans with Tiffany.

On the street, a black Mercedes was running among the bustling traffic.