After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Unknowingly, Sylvia fell asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, sunlight filled the room with warmth.

Fortunately, despite the rush, she had not forgotten to bring daily necessities and a change of clothes.

After washing up and putting on clean clothes, Sylvia left the room.

As soon as she stepped out, she received a call from Logan. "Boss, we have a lead."

"Where are you now?" Sylvia pressed the elevator button without looking up, and the doors opened as she stepped in.

"I'm at the East Gate. Should I come to you? I'm driving!" Logan's voice was intermittent due to poor signal in the elevator. Luckily, Sylvia understood him.

The East Gate was about twenty minutes away. Without hesitation, she headed to the hotel's self-service breakfast area and grabbed a meal.

Although it was a complimentary hotel breakfast, it was nutritious and abundant.

She ate while browsing the latest news on her phone.

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After skimming through a few articles, she put her phone away and focused on her breakfast.

Just as she finished her last sip of soy milk, Logan messaged her, "Boss, I'm at the hotel entrance. Come out."

Sylvia elegantly wiped her lips with a napkin and walked out.

Logan's car was parked at the temporary parking spot at the hotel entrance.

Sylvia opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. "Any new discoveries?"

"Gloria came from a poor family. She had a seriously ill brother who needed a bone marrow transplant. She worked at a karaoke bar, but her meager income couldn't cover her brother's medical expenses. However, just days before her death, her account suddenly had an extra two million dollars," Logan reported his findings to Sylvia.

"The DNA results are also out. The skin tissue under her nails matched her brother's. Her brother told the police everything. When she died, it seemed like someone was strangling her, but there were no marks on her neck. She died of asphyxiation with her brother by her side, so she instinctively scratched his hand."

"No one strangled her?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "That's bizarre."

Logan agreed. "It is bizarre because the police found no other fingerprints or traces on her body. It looked like she was strangled, but her brother insists no one touched her."

"Additionally, she used one million dollars to pay for her brother's surgery, which was done yesterday. The remaining million was transferred to her brother's account. Her actions seem strange, almost as if she foresaw her own death and was making arrangements."

Logan voiced his doubts. "Her brother said he called a doctor when she was dying, but she refused help. After she passed away, he fainted from grief. When he woke up, her body was gone."

Sylvia glanced out the window. "This case is indeed strange, full of contradictions yet shrouded in mystery."

She smirked. "On the surface, it looks like asphyxiation by strangulation. But what is the real cause of death? I want to know."

"Let's meet with the police first," Logan suggested, feeling overwhelmed by the complexity of the case.

Meanwhile, another perplexing incident occurred involving an English institution where a leading parent protester suddenly had a car accident.

The parents were left leaderless.

Franchisees were at a loss and went to the spokesperson's residence to protest, causing a commotion that trended online. Despite all the noise and chaos, there were no results.

The victims were furious.

Mrs. Kaur was delighted. "It seems this talisman really works. Truly remarkable!"

Nola was skeptical and fearful. "Mom, could this talisman be harmful? How did that leader end up in a car accident? Could it be some sort of curse?"

She didn't fully trust such mystical practices and felt something was off.

"Who cares? As long as it solves my problems," Mrs. Kaur dismissed Nola's concerns, overjoyed and almost dancing with glee. "Oh, this expert is amazing." With some money left and feeling lucky, Mrs. Kaur decided to gamble.

She told Nola, "I have something to do outside."

"What are you going to do?" Nola asked curiously.

"None of your business," Mrs. Kaur replied vaguely and left with her bag.

Instead of going to a casino resort, she took a taxi to a nearby underground casino for a small gamble, hoping to win millions to solve half of her problems. An hour later, she won three million dollars.

Two hours later, she won five million dollars.

She was on a winning streak.

However, in the final round, she lost everything-her winnings and more.

Mrs. Kaur stood trembling, feeling like she was in an ice cellar.

How could this happen?

She had been so lucky.

She had won nearly ten million dollars but lost it all in an instant.

"Mrs. Kaur please settle your debt,

the manager smiled at her. "I heard

you've had bad luck lately and

caused quite a stir. How do you still

have time to play here?"

Mrs. Kaur's face turned pale. "I... I don't have money right now. Can I go home to get it?"

"Sorry, but everyone knows you're broke now. How about you call someone from home to bring the money?" The manager coldly refused her plea.

Mrs. Kaur's expression grew uglier, but she tried to stay calm. "The Kaur family is wealthy; we won't owe you this small amount."

The manager sneered. "Maybe before, but not now... I have Mr. Kaur's number; I'll ask him directly."

He dialed Oakley's number before Mrs. Kaur could stop him.

Oakley answered angrily after hearing about the debt. "What? Who is this?"

The manager explained Mrs. Kaur's debt situation and requested Oakley come to settle it.

Oakley nearly fainted from rage but managed to stay upright with his secretary's help. "Get me six hundred thousand dollars immediately!" This woman was humiliating him!

Twenty minutes later, Oakley arrived at the casino with the money and saw Mrs. Kaur sitting there surrounded by guards preventing her escape. Furious, Oakley slapped her hard across the face.

The slap stunned Mrs. Kaur, leaving her face burning as she stared at Oakley in shock before bursting into tears "You didn't give me money; what else could I do?"

Oakley slapped her again. "How did I marry such a wasteful woman!"

Mrs. Kaur felt utterly humiliated as Oakley continued to beat her until she was bruised and swollen.

"Tell me! Did you gamble away all the franchisees' money and deposits?" Oakley demanded.

Mrs. Kaur sobbed and shook her head in pain. "I'm sorry! I'll never gamble again."

"So you admit it!" Oakley was livid and wanted to cut off her hands. "I'll deal with you at home!"

At the presidential residence, Franklin was handling official business on his laptop.

Due to his previous blindness, work had piled up, and being stuck here meant he could only work remotely.

During a video conference with SouthStar Airlines executives, someone knocked on his door.

A sweet voice called from outside, "Mr. Maskelyne, may I come in?"

Franklin narrowed his eyes coldly. "No!"

His refusal was direct and left no room for negotiation.

Lara stood awkwardly at the door and bit her lip. "I heard your eyes were unwell recently, so I wanted to check on you."

"Sorry, but we are not acquainted,"

Franklin replied icily as he ended the

video call and opened the dooral

see a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor standing there. en.swhovels.net