After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 541

He was blind for a moment?

For a moment he couldn't see anything, everything was dark before his eyes.

How did this happen?

He forced down the shock in his heart, gripped the scoop in his hand, and took a sip of soup without

moving.

He went blind ... He became a blind man ...

What about his parents, what about Jenna?

His mind was blank.

Jenna tapped him. Then he snapped his eyes up to meet Jenna's concerned face.

"Brayden, what's wrong with you? What's on your mind?"

Brayden forced a smile, "Nothing, thinking about the celebration."

He casually lied.

He couldn't let everyone see it, or they would be worried.

He continued to eat his food and chat with Franklin and Sylvia.

He seemed to be no different from normal people.

Maybe the blindness just now was just a moment? Just an accident? Not in the future.

Brayden was constantly self-hypnotizing and self-soothing.

But he was very unpleasant within himself.

After dinner, the group went their separate ways, with Vita looking reluctantly at the Wright family's car.

And the young man who was asked to take care of the students by Mayor Cody came over to greet a

few students, "Come on, I'll take you back to school."

On the way, Vita kept asking about the Wright family.

But the young man was very tight-lipped and just put it off. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

It made Vita very depressed.

7:00 PM.

The celebration banquet plus the reception banquet was held at the Royal Capital Hotel.

Many of the bigwigs attended it, and it was an honor to be able to participate in such a banquet.

Although they are said to be supporting characters, not the main character of the day.

But these bigwigs were still happy.

"I hear the legendary Mrs. Maskelyne will be making an appearance."

"Sylvia... Ah! Haven't you seen her? She was at the relief auction up there a while ago. She also made

a scene with the Evans family and a scene with the Hipps family."

"I've heard something about it. Hipps family and Evans family really made quite a mess too."

"Yeah ... Guess, will Tiffany be here today?"

"I heard the old Evans is cutting ties with her. Just because she stole Monica's rubies to auction off."

"Monica was a wonderful person back then!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Just when they people gathered together to chat about the gossip they heard.

Someone called out, "Mr. Maskelyne and Mrs. Maskelyne are here!"

The eyes of the crowd could not help but look toward the door.

They saw a couple slowly appear, the man was tall and handsome, a slender body wrapped in a navy

blue suit, the diamond cufflinks in the light emitting the radiant light.

The women linked Franklin's arms wore fishtail floor-length gown with an exquisite figure and elegant

temperament.

It instantly eclipsed all the men and women present.

The two walked hand in hand, beautiful as a painting.

There were several noble ladies, one of whom owned a lingerie company and was accompanying

Winter with a smile on her face.

This lady's family ran the lingerie business, and the Wilson Group had recently taken control of Larro's

lingerie market. No doubt this noblewoman respectfully accompanied Winter.

She was a little worried right now. The Wilson Group's building burned down a few days ago, so what

was the family company going to do if they put all their efforts into the lingerie market?

What if Wilson Group decided not to work with her family factory...

Winter was important in the Wilson Group.

This rich lady just kept circling her, "Mrs. Wilson, I heard that your philanthropic foundation has a party

every week, can I come next week?"

"Of course!" Winter smiled very blandly, "Our foundation welcomes every charity-loving woman to join."

"That's good. I just wonder if Mr. Wilson will let my family factory work with him? The cooperation

between us ..."

"Well, that's something we can talk about," Winter said.

Her voice was not too loud, not too small, just enough for everyone in the room to hear.

The rich lady's face suddenly looked a bit ugly.

And many people around had a gleeful look on their faces.

That was the way it was in the world of fame and fortune, when there was interest, everyone chased

after it, when there was no interest, everyone left.

Those onlookers were watching a joke.

Sylvia stood a short distance away with a glass of wine in her hand, looking at Winter who was making

her way around, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Winter thought of the burnt Wilson Building, suppressing her resentment, she walked up to Sylvia,

"Miss Andrews, long time no see."

"Mrs Wilson, long time no see."

Sylvia's lips curled into a faint smile, the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes.

"I did not expect Miss Andrews hide so deep. I recalled how you cheated me. I am so sad!"

Winter lowered his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of sultry in her tone.

It was as if Sylvia was a scum who played with her feelings.

"I'm not trying to hide it." Sylvia leaned in close to Winter's well-dressed face and whispered, "It's you

and Mr. Wilson who know so little about me."

In the eyes of onlookers, they were like good friends.

But only they knew the feud between them.

Winter gritted his teeth secretly. She recalled when Sylvia pretended to be innocent.

Sylvia had played her for a fool, and she wanted to know Master Keturah through Sylvia.

The result?

Sylvia was Master Keturah. Though Sylvia knew how much she wanted to see Master Keturah, Sylvia

did not say a word about her true identity.

When Winter thought of that scene, she would like to chop Sylvia up and feed her to the sharks.

This woman was simply abominable!

"Miss Andrews, now you are the high and mighty Mrs. Maskelyne, making movies as Master Keturah...

Are you interested in joining our Wilson philanthropic foundation?"

Winter asked again, undeterred.

Although she knew Sylvia probably wouldn't say yes, she just wouldn't give up.

When Sylvia made things difficult for her, her philanthropic foundation was very difficult to make money

recently. Those rich ladies were uneasy to deceive after that incident.

They no more threw money at this philanthropic foundation of hers.

She couldn't even help Clark financially, which made her annoyed.

And it was all thanks to Sylvia.

"It's okay for me to go in, just ..." Sylvia laughed, "Mrs. Wilson, I'm at least Mrs. Maskelyne. Won't you

give me a position? At the very least, I need to be a senior manager, right?"

Winter said, with a stiff face, "Mrs. Maskelyne really likes to joke."