After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 333

"Why are you suddenly so clingy?"

Sylvia pushed Poppy away and suggested, “Let's go. I'll treat you to lunch.”

The film and television base was crowded.

There were two streets with restaurants and food stalls. At night, there was a night market on the two streets where many things were sold. Sylvia wore a windbreaker and sunglasses. Her eyes were hidden, but her delicate chin could be seen.

The breeze lifted the hemline of her windbreaker, making her look bright and brave.

Poppy wore a long-sleeved dress. She stopped wearing the punk outfit that she used to wear.

Since she was young, her dress made her girlish. Although wearing a blue mask, her watery eyes were exposed.

Evidently, they both were good-looking. Once they appeared, many passersby and the stall owners were attracted.

Sylvia just wanted to cheer up Poppy. "What do you want to eat? It's on me."

Poppy was still young, so she was childish.

Sylvia's words made Poppy's eyes light up. "Sylvia, I want some skewers, fried spring rolls, and deep-fried dumplings."

"We'll have all of them." Sylvia beamed at her.

The Evans family's villa.

Neve sat with her legs crossed while munching some potato chips, looking leisurely and triumphant.

Tiffany went downstairs and saw her like this, so she walked to sit next to Neve. "Mom, Uncle Eddie has been arrested. Has he harmed Grandpa for real?"

"Of course." Neve tossed the empty bag into the trash can and darted a glance at her. "Eddie's family is broken now. Only your other uncle and Sylvia Andrews are left now."

Neve played a small trick, but Eddie was too stupid to repress himself and harmed the old Evans in the hospital.

His move exposed his ambition and made the old Evans suffer in anger.

Neve decided to play a similar trick again. After talking bad about Sylvia to Alyssa and her husband and driving a wedge between them, Alyssa and her husband might also fall into her trap.

If they did, Neve would focus on dealing with Sylvia only.

By then, the old Evans had to choose between his only biological son and his granddaughter.

Lost in thought, Neve gazed at the green plants on the windowsill viciously.

The Evans family was like a green plant with too many branches. Neve didn't mind cutting them off.

Although Tiffany didn't know what Neve had done, her intuition told her Neve was behind the incident that Eddie harmed her grandfather. Suddenly, she was enlightened, gripping Neve's arm tensely. "Mom, if Grandpa told Sylvia Andrews about her mother's identity, does it mean Franklin would also know my background?"

"Of course. Otherwise, why did your Uncle Eddie want to harm your grandfather? Anyway, that old man deserves to die with his secret.” Neve looked steelier. "No worries. I'll help you, Tiffany."

She patted her daughter's hand to console her.

Hospital.

Franklin was also there when Neve and Tiffany arrived at the old Evans’ ward.

Tiffany stared at his breathtaking face in surprise, thinking he was always charming.

She asked, her voice with unconcealed excitement, "Why are you here, Franklin?"

Franklin looked at the joyful woman indifferently and answered, "I dropped by Mr. Evans. Just arrived."

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Maskelyne," Neve said with a smile. Franklin lowered his eyes with a smile to cover the thoughts in his eyes. "I have to go now. Please excuse me."

Suddenly, Tiffany pulled out a concert ticket and passed it to him. "Franklin, I know you misunderstand me, but I'll participate in International Piano Competition soon. Could you attend it and cheer for me?"

Franklin looked at her expressionlessly in silence.

Tiffany was nervous, her eyes reddening. “I did something and made you change your impression of me. For my grandfather's sake, can you attend the contest? I believe I'll win the first prize if you show up.”

She gazed at Franklin expectantly, and her tone was sincere and pitiful. The atmosphere was awkward.

When Tiffany thought Franklin would refuse her, he took the ticket from her hands and replied, "I'll go."

Tiffany widened her eyes in disbelief, tears almost dropping from her eyes. Probably she was too aggrieved or too excited.

Surprised, she looked back at the old Evans and chirped, "Grandpa! Grandpa, he's agreed.”

The old Evans still looked pale. Instead of being as excited as Tiffany, he said to Franklin, “Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Maskelyne." "You are welcome, Mr. Evans.” Franklin nodded at him in response and turned away.

After leaving the ward, Jasper glanced at Franklin gingerly and asked in confusion, "Master Franklin, you've known Miss Evans’ real identity, but why..."

A trace of mockery flashed through Franklin's eyes. "It's International Piano Competition. I'm sure Sylvia will be there. How can I miss such an occasion?"

His gaze fell on the ticket in his hands.

With a snort, he flicked it into the trash can in the corner.

He would attend it but wouldn't use Tiffany's ticket.

Sylvia took Poppy to try all kinds of snacks on the street.

After enjoying themselves, they returned to the hotel.

Also, they brought some snacks to Eden, Brock, and other crew members.

Poppy felt far less depressed. Chatting and laughing with Sylvia, she entered the elevator.

It was dusk. Gianna and her assistant returned to the hotel. Coincidentally, they met Sylvia and Poppy.

She and her assistant trotted over when the elevator doors almost slid close. "Wait! Wait!"

Sylvia pressed the button to keep the doors open. Gianna rushed in. When she was about to say “thank you", she saw Poppy standing aside and wearing a mask.

Looking at Poppy up and down, Gianna remarked scornfully, "Oops! I thought I had met a superstar. Why? Think everyone knows you?"

Her assistant immediately echoed, "You are just an infamous green hand. Stop pretending!"

They repeatedly mocked Poppy.

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