After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 885 Sylvia couldn't help but laugh. "I've noticed that you women seem to treat getting married as a lifelong goal, as if your only purpose in life is to compete for and snatch up men. Are you all just too bored or lonely with your lives? Is finding a man the only way for you to feel like you have any value?" Darcie was like this, Tammy was like this, and even this girl Amelia was the same... It seemed like their ultimate goal no matter what their status or background was, was just to get married?! It's ridiculous, isn't it? Sylvia found herself both amused and exasperated. She didn't know if it was because her man was too attractive or these women were living such narrow-minded lives.

Amelia tried to grab Sylvia's chin with her sharp nails but Sylvia easily dodged it and flipped Amelia's arm behind her back.

"What? Feeling embarrassed now?" Amelia's face turned red with anger. "Let go of me! You're from a lowly background yet dare look down on me! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but trash! You don't deserve Franklin! You can never measure up to him yet here you are spouting nonsense!" "You slut, besides having a pretty face what else do you have?" "Just wait and see,” Amelia cursed furiously. As soon as she saw Sylvia she had texted some bodyguards telling them to come in through the restaurant's back door so they could take care of Sylvia quickly.

"Oh really? Still trying to plot against me?" Sylvia looked at Amelia's beautiful face carefully before saying. "You might not know how strong | am." She patted Amelia on the cheek lightly. "Look at how smooth your little face is; | advise against provoking me any further because one day | might just scratch it off." She smiled while speaking but Amelia felt an icy chill run down her spine - despite how pretty and attractive she appeared there seemed something devilish about her.

Sylvia had scared Amria so much that she screamed out loud. "Let go of me!" Sylvia let go of her, and she had been struggling desperately. With a bang, her body hit the door heavily and fell to the ground again.

Her screams attracted two restaurant waiters.

"Miss, oh my god! What's wrong with you?" "Are you injured?" The waiter quickly rushed over and helped Amelia up from the ground in a flustered manner.

She was dizzy and incredulously stared at Sylvia after being thrown down, "You wait for me!" Sylvia smiled slightly, looking stunningly beautiful. "Miss Amelia, if you accidentally fall wearing such high heels, what does it have to do with me?" She pointed to the water stain on the ground and said, "This water on the floor is still from when you spilled it here." "You! It was you all along, you're the one who pushed me down!" Amelia's chest heaved with anger.

Because Sylvia and Amelia stayed in the bathroom for too long, Franklin and Brian couldn't wait any longer and walked towards there.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Amelia screaming and pointing at Sylvia with a hysterical expression, jumping up and down in anger.

She saw Brian and immediately complained with a pout, "Daddy, she bullied me and pushed me to the ground!" Sylvia glanced at Brian and said lightly, "There are two waiters here. You can ask them if they have seen | pushed Miss Amelia." The two waiters looked at each other in confusion, and before Brian could even ask, they quickly said, "No, we haven't seen anything." "She fell down by herself." "The ground was already very slippery." Amelia's eyes widened with anger, "When you guys came over, | had already fallen down and she pushed me!" Franklin's face turned cold. "It seems that Miss Amelia doesn't like my wife very much." "By the way, Miss Amelia just mentioned wanting someone to rape me earlier. Miss Amelia... would you like to explain that to everyone?" Sylvia smiled and raised her phone, tapping the screen once. Amelia's furious yelling voice immediately came through.

Everyone heard her words loud and clear, without missing a single one.

Amelia's face turned pale instantly. "No... | didn't." However, the voice that echoes in the phone recording is hers, clear and distinct.

"Miss Amelia, may | ask, you said there are people stronger than me that you're looking for. Where are they?" Sylvia smiled calmly at her.

She hoped that the bodyguards wouldn't show up. But the more she feared, the more it came true. Suddenly, a group of men in black rushed in and headed straight for Amelia, saying, "Miss, where is that woman? We're taking her away now!" Bodyguards were trained to follow orders without question or personal thought. They obeyed Amelia's command and entered without considering the situation or atmosphere.

Amelia rolled her eyes at these incompetent teammates who couldn't read the room. She tried to signal them with eye movements but they didn't understand. "Miss, what's wrong with your eyes? Are they twitching? Do you need me to get you some eye drops?" one of them asked.

Amelia was so angry she couldn't speak for a moment before shouting at them. "Get out!" The men in black shrank back and left with their few companions.

The bathroom fell into an eerie silence as Amelia panted heavily. She dared not look at Brian nor meet his gaze.

Brian never expected his daughter to be so foolish; he had just negotiated a deal with Franklin about SouthStar Airlines’ powerful strength which could bring great revenue if they could import their planes on a large scale from his company.

But now...

Amelia had offended Franklin's wife! Brian turned pale as he raised his hand and slapped Amelia hard across her face.

"Apologize! Apologize immediately to Mrs. Maskelyne!" Franklin coldly surveyed this father-daughter duo before declaring in an icy tone. "Mr. Brian, your sincerity for this cooperation has shocked me; we are canceling our partnership! My wife was almost kidnapped today and | will hold Miss Amelia legally responsible for it." Franklin's menacing gaze fell on Brian who trembled despite being experienced in business circles; no one could escape Franklin when he became ruthless like this.

Brian's face turned black and white, and it took him a while to react. He slapped Amelia in the face again, his voice almost squeezed out of his teeth. "Apologize! Apologize! Do you hear me? Do you want to go to jail? Or do you want our family business stocks to plummet? Ah?" Amelia covered her hot cheeks in humiliation, tears wetting her beautiful face one drop at a time.

Her tearful appearance made people unable to help but feel sympathy for her, but no one present would sympathize with her.

Her crying became louder and louder. "I don't... | don't know what she thinks she is or why she has that kind of status..." Brian was so angry with this stupid daughter who still couldn't figure out the situation that he trembled all over with rage. The veins on his forehead bulged as he grabbed Amelia by the hair and pushed her head down in front of Sylvia. "Apologize! Do you hear me?" Amelia was so scared by her furious father that she almost lost her voice. Tears kept falling from her eyes as she had no choice but to lower her head and stare at Sylvia resentfully. "I'm sorry, is that enough?" Sylvia pulled out a tissue from the toilet wall dispenser box and gently wiped away the tears on Amelia's face while speaking sarcastically. "Miss Amelia, pursuing a good man for your whole life isn't wrong; what's wrong is trying to steal someone else's man or hurt other women." Just then Brian's phone rang.

He answered it, went pale all of sudden then swayed. "What did you say? Middle Evroya's order has been cancelled too? Why?" Isabelle who had been silent until now spoke coldly. "Because you offended my best friend! It's just that simple." "Best friend... you're Middle Evroya's..." Brian hadn't paid much attention to Isabelle or Sylvia before this moment; praising them was nothing more than polite words since he thought they were just decorative objects.

It wasn't until now when he looked closely did he suddenly realize everything clearly.

"You are... you are... the prime minister of Middle Evroya?" "Now only do remember who | am huh? Looks like your blindness hasn't gone too far yet." Isabelle sneered again then looked back at Amelia. "What use is having only good social status if there isn't any brains behind it? God seems fair - giving you good social status without giving you a good brain too - if not how will those girls who work hard have better lives?" "Prime Minister... Prime Minister..." Amelia stared at Isabelle in disbelief.

The woman she had always looked down upon had such a prestigious position? "While Middle Evroya may be a developing small country, | am still a self-made woman who has worked hard to establish myself.

Unlike you, who can only rely on your family and background. You are nothing but a parasite!" Isabelle spoke coldly.

Darius looked at her with indulgence and affection. He loved her dominant demeanor.

It was extremely charming.

Sylvia couldn't help but laugh. "So because my best friend and husband are so dominant, | can only be a spoiled little woman that you both dote on?"