Chapter 64

Shit!

Damn Logan! When did she hook up with Sylvia?

After greeting people, Logan and Sylvia sat beside Paul.

Romeo was there too. Seeing Sylvia, he was so excited. "Oh my

goodness, Sylvia! I must be blessed to see you here."

Before he finished, Paul stopped him. "Shut up! Be quiet!"

"Paul... Romeo felt wronged. Yet he reached his hand and said with a

low voice, "Sylvia, could you please shake hands with me?"

Sylvia's expression was cold, and her voice was a little arrogant. "No."

Romeo's heart was broken.

Clark sat in front and heard the noises behind him. When he heard

Sylvia's words, he thought that her voice was very pleasant to the ear.

But he didn't turn back. To him, Sylvia was just a gold digger, even

though she got a nice voice.

At the door of the hotel at this time.

The waiter was kind of speechless looking at the invitation that had

been broken and then fixed together.

He thought, "Mr. Maskelyne, how much do you despise Wilson Group's

to do this?"

The invitation was shredded and put together again...

Jasper was embarrassed when he handed the invitation over.

Franklin was just crazy when he was having a mania.

The two stepped into the venue and walked straight toward the auction.

In the distance, Franklin saw Sylvia sitting next to Logan with light

makeup, looking stunning.

She was all he could see.

Tiffany arrived late. She saw Franklin's back from a distance and

quickly followed up. "Franklin!"

Franklin turned a deaf ear. The only thing he had in mind was to take

Sylvia away.

"Ouch!" Tiffany wanted to hold Franklin's arm, but he walked too fast

and she stepped on herself.

She fell.

The reporters captured it frantically.

They even had the title in mind. Mr. Maskelyne did not dare to be

intimate with his mistress after being punished by his wife. His mistress

Tiffany Wilson fell at the charity party.

Tiffany was embarrassed and angry, and with the help of the waiter,

she quickly got up and went on chasing Franklin.

Franklin immediately attracted the attention of people.

"Mr. Maskelyne never came before."

"What brings him here this time?"

"He looks scary!"

Logan held a plate of strawberries in his hand and raised it to Sylvia,

looking like her fervent fan, "They are sent back from Igethi by air. Have

atry."

Sylvia glanced at him and tried one. "It tastes good."

Paul took a plate of cantaloupe over. "Miss Andrews, this cantaloupe is

shipped from the border, it is very sweet.”

Sylvia nodded and tried a piece of it as well. "Nice."

Everyone around was shocked!

Who was this woman?

Mr. Mertens and Master Paul were both trying to please her. Romeo

was a crazy fan of hers.

Franklin was furious seeing Sylvia with the two men. He wanted to

throw the guys into the ocean.

He sat down with resentment.

Suppressing his anger, he said with a cold voice, "Sit beside me."

Hearing the familiar dull voice, Sylvia raised her eyes.

She saw Franklin's gloomy and handsome face. There was some

hidden anger in his eyes.

"Were you talking to me?" Sylvia looked at him, her expression

innocent, "Excuse me, Mr. Maskelyne, I'm Mr. Mertens’ companion.

Your invitation is late.”

"Good, good." Franklin forced the anger in his chest, and everything

around him bored him. He wanted to destroy it all.

Everyone was shocked again!

Even Franklin offered to invite her to sit with him! Who was she? They

really wanted to know!

Clark was also a little surprised by Franklin's actions. This woman was

so sophisticated. Logan, Paul, and even Franklin were trying to please

her.

At this time, Tiffany came over, panting, her face flushed.

If Sylvia wasn't present, Tiffany would be regarded as beautiful.

But Sylvia was there to eclipse Tiffany.

Tiffany wiped the sweat on her forehead, thinking that she was doing it

in an elegant manner. She whispered, "Franklin, why are you walking

so fast, I just fell. My leg hurts so much.”

Saying that, she was about to sit next to Franklin, but Franklin pressed

his palm on the seat, He said coldly and impatiently, "This is my wife's

place, Miss Evans, please find yourself another seat.”

Tiffany's face flushed, "Aren't you..."

“Aren't you going to get divorced?

But under the man's unfriendly expression, she didn't have the courage

to say it.

Tears stood in her eyes. She had never been humiliated like that,

especially in such an important public setting.

She was ashamed.

She cried and ran to the back seat, sitting at the Evans family's place.

Fortunately, she was the only one in her family who came today. Other

people were all in the hospital with the old Evans. She was asked by

the old Evans to come here to auction his calligraphy works on behalf

of the Evans family. In addition to the old Evans’ calligraphy works, she

also brought some of her own paintings.

As a celebrity, she must have some skills.

She drew well, not the best, but not bad. Even though she was just

average, she was better than the majority of the people in the industry.

After all, few people were talented.

Tiffany had about five or sixty thousand fans on Twitter. She was kind of

an influencer.

She had hired some posters and reporters to tweet as soon as her

paintings were photographed.

Everyone watched what Franklin was doing like watching a show.

The photo of Mr. Maskelyne being beaten by his wife went viral on

Twitter the other day.

Now looking at his face, the injury was healed. But he had learned his

lesson and stayed away from his mistress.

Nice.

It was no news for rich people to cheat.

Seeing that Franklin changed after being beaten by his wife, many rich

ladies were envious of Mrs. Maskelyne.

Their men never changed.

And the men believed that Franklin was pretending. They believed that

in private, he was still in contact with his mistresses.