After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 736

Chapter 736

Mr. Bentley glared at him, his face darkened with anger and his chest filled with rage. His breathing

was heavy and he was so angry that he had lost all sense of reason.

"She's a woman who cheated and had an affair, and gave birth to an illegitimate child. The Bentley

family has already been more than generous in providing for her! You're going too far by trying to

completely destroy us!"

"You should be grateful that we didn't wipe her out, that we didn't strangle that illegitimate child!"

Isabelle listened to Mr. Bentley's constant cursing and insults, her face becoming increasingly

unpleasant.

She wished she could cover her ears and not listen!

Her daughter has a father, and she is not illegitimate.

"Then you should also be grateful to me for making your company go bankrupt earlier, otherwise how

could you feel this bone-chilling pain?"

Darius looked at Mr. Bentley with a half-smile on his face as he turned red with anger, "And one more

thing, my daughter has a father and is not a bastard."

"If I hear you say these words again, don't blame me for showing no mercy." The man's voice was cold

and exuded a strong aura.

Mr. Bentley's face turned red and then blue, "You... you..."

He choked on his words, and his body slumped backward heavily.

Mrs. Bentley quickly crawled over from the ground to help him, saying, "Honey..."

"Someone, please, help! Save my husband!" She knelt on the ground, looking utterly disheveled. It was

a stark contrast to how she had once arrogantly humiliated and berated Isabelle.

She was now as miserable and embarrassed as she could be.

The President's back was covered in cold sweat.

Darius was definitely a tough character.

It was rumored that SouthStar Airlines and NorthWind Airlines were fierce competitors, and the two

airlines often competed fiercely with each other. The two company CEOs could hardly stand each

other, wishing they could engage in a life-or-death battle.

Now it seemed that the rumors were completely false.

They got along very well, as evidenced by the familiar interactions between Franklin and Darius. They

were clearly good buddies.

All outsiders had been deceived.

He pondered for a while before figuring out what he needed to do now.

He trembled, pointing at the collapsed Mr. Bentley and Mrs. Bentley, "Security, guards! Get rid of these

trash for me!"

A well-trained team of security guards immediately rushed over and lifted the Bentleys off the ground.

Mrs. Bentley cried out loudly, "No... Mr. President, they're all bad people."

"They ruined our family!"

Her voice faded, and the entire banquet hall fell into an eerie silence.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to utter a word.

The atmosphere was bizarre and frightening.

The silence made it seem as though everyone present was nothing more than puppets, and only

occasional breaths could be heard.

After a while, Sylvia couldn't help but chuckle, "What a show."

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It was Franklin who spoke calmly, "Are you tired of watching the show? If you're tired, we can go back."

"Sure!" Sylvia nodded, then turned to Darius, "Mr. Foster, care to join us?"

Darius finally shifted his gaze to Sylvia. She was a stunning woman, and this was the legendary Mrs.

Maskelyne? He had heard she had many aliases.

A woman who could control Franklin must be extraordinary.

He nodded, "Sylvia's command, I can't refuse."

As soon as he mentioned Sylvia's name, Sylvia nearly tripped and fell.

This was too... unexpected!

He actually called her Sylvia?

Seeing her usual calm demeanor waver, Franklin couldn't help but playfully curl his lips, "What? Feeling

shy?"

"Shy my foot!" Sylvia raised her hand and pinched his waist.

Isabelle was led by Darius's large hand and followed the man's footsteps, feeling a bit dazed. As she

turned, the President quickly walked up to her and blocked her path.

"Isabelle, can I have a word with you?"

Isabelle paused, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her. These past years, he seemed to have

aged significantly, perhaps due to overwork or maybe because of the harsh blow today. He appeared

much older.

She looked at him calmly, "What's the matter?"

Seeing her attitude, the President suppressed his displeasure and offered what he thought was a

loving smile, "These years, I am really sorry for you, Isabelle. I have been too foolish, and I promise to

make it up to you and Bethany. I've been a neglectful father."

If it weren't for Darius, he would never have uttered this apology.

He thought Isabelle would be grateful, that she would be content.

However, Isabelle only gave him a faint glance and said, "I accept your apology, but... do you really

want to make it up to me? Or should we just forget about it? Your heart is only filled with thoughts of

your stepson. What am I to you? In my heart, my father has long been gone."