After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Her soft waist was incredibly beautiful.

The onlookers wished they could give her a pair of water sleeves to let her perform to her heart's content.

Tristan's face was dark, and he was internally collapsing!

He could do anything, except dance traditional folk dances!

His face turned pale with anger, but he held back, not wanting to leave the dance floor to Sylvia alone!

If he left, it would mean he had lost!

He would be a failure, and his pride would be shattered!

Tristan's competitive spirit wouldn't allow him to lose, but he found himself gradually unable to keep up. Because... Sylvia's dance steps changed again; she started performing cool street dance moves.

Everyone knew that street dance moves were stylish and very challenging.

And he couldn't do it at all!

As a nobleman, he had only learned social dances that were elegant and graceful, not cool and flashy ones.

When Sylvia performed a high-difficulty spin, he had no choice but to let go of her hand and leave the floor in disgrace.

The entire dance floor was left with only Sylvia spinning rapidly.

She was doing an eighteen-turn, 360-degree spin.

The skirt of her dress blossomed into a dazzling flower in mid-air as she spun.

She was the most eye-catching focus of the entire scene!

"Even the kings of street dance rarely spin this fast!"

"Yeah! Eighteen spins would make most people dizzy. That's why many top dancers choose to spin more slowly." "Eighteen spins aren't impossible, but spinning this fast! She's the first!"

"This... is even more impressive than the dance kings!"

Some who had studied dance began to whisper professionally.

Annika and the other women were stunned.

"Even such high-difficulty moves can't stump her?" Martha's eyes were about to pop out.

Maritza swallowed hard, equally dumbfounded. "Mr. Sweeney actually left the floor; he really couldn't keep up with her."

"Of course! She changes dance styles every moment; who can keep up?" Jaelynn's heart was pounding wildly. Sylvia was so beautiful! So cool! So domineering! Finally!

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Sylvia stopped spinning and ended with a perfect pose.

Her clear eyes landed coldly on Tristan's face in the crowd. The man's face was ashen, clearly looking like he was about to explode with anger.

She curled her lips, stepping towards Tristan in high heels. Each step seemed to trample on his dignity; she was like the queen of the hall! Exuding an aura of absolute dominance!

"Mr. Sweeney, thank you for your cooperation. It's been a long time since I've danced so freely."

Tristan's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, but he smiled, a strong desire for conquest in his smile. Very good, Sylvia!

You have successfully caught my attention!

"Miss Andrews has profound dance skills; I am ashamed of my inferiority."

Sylvia smiled slightly. "I'm a bit tired and need to rest. Mr. Sweeney, excuse me."

With that, she gracefully left and went straight to the resting area.

After sitting on the sofa, Old Mrs. Hipps came over with Clare. The old lady had a worried look on her face. "Are you tired? You've been dancing for so long, and you're still wearing high heels..." Sylvia shook her head. "I'm not tired, Grandma. I'm fine."

The little episode at the banquet quickly passed, but Sylvia's perfect dance moves remained deeply etched in everyone's minds.

Late at night, the banquet ended.

As the crowd dispersed, she returned to her room, took off her high heels, and looked at her bleeding heels, where the skin had long been worn away.

It was as if she felt no pain; she expressionlessly took a tissue to wipe it off.

Tristan, you won't get away with what you did to me today.

As she was treating her wound, there was a knock on the door. She quickly put on socks and slippers to hide her injured foot before opening the door.

Clare stood outside with a cup of hot milk. "Sylvia, I noticed you didn't eat much tonight, so I brought you some hot milk. It will make your stomach feel better."

Sylvia felt a surge of warmth in her heart and took the milk. "Thank you, Uncle."

"Get some rest." Clare said before leaving.

After drinking the warm milk, Sylvia quickly took off her socks and continued treating her wound. She couldn't help but think of Franklin, wondering how he was doing now. Oh! If he were here... tonight's events wouldn't have happened!

The crescent moon hung in the sky, stars sparse.

The entire presidential residence was almost silent except for streetlights and occasional patrols.

It was late at night, but for Franklin, day and night made no difference.

Because he was always trapped in darkness.

At this moment, he sat quietly on his bed, listening to the sounds of insects outside the window.

He wondered how Sylvia was doing.

He wondered if she missed him.

After a heavy sigh, he groped his way to the bathroom.

Although he was blind, after recent days of training and exploration, he could now go to the bathroom independently.

The servants had moved all obstacles in the room to the corners so as not to hinder his movement.

He held a cane in his hand, tapping as he walked forward.

Finally, the cane touched the glass door of the bathroom. He put down the cane and fumbled to open and close the door.

Jasper had been watching over Franklin and felt sad seeing him struggle to do things that ordinary people could easily accomplish. Soon, Franklin finished using the bathroom and came out again.

He continued holding his cane as he walked forward until he reached the bed. Feeling the bed, he put down the cane.

Sitting back on the bed for a while, he spoke hoarsely. "I've become a useless person."

"Young master, don't say that. You will get better." Jasper quickly comforted him, fearing he might develop psychological issues.

After all, he used to be such a proud and noble man; now he had become like this.

Anyone would have psychological struggles; the difference lay in whether one could continue moving forward despite difficulties or remain trapped in pain and depression, eventually becoming truly useless. The latter was truly frightening.

"I can give up being president; I can even accept being blind... but I must return healthy to Sylvia." Franklin suddenly spoke softly. "So I can't fall. I must get better."

A slight smile appeared on his lips. "Sylvia and I haven't had a baby yet!"

Jasper almost cried. As long as the young master had dreams and hopes in his heart, he would surely get better.

Choking up, he said, "Young master, you're right. Madam is still waiting for you!"

A black car sped down the midnight highway.

Tristan looked at his wrist, which was bruised.

That was left by Sylvia when they held hands.

"I didn't expect this woman to have such strength and ruthlessness."

The man's handsome face was filled with malice. "I didn't expect the Hipps family to bring back such a true heiress."

The owner of another identical face showed a hint of mockery. "Tristan, when did you become so weak?"

Marcelo clicked his tongue. In private, when it was just the twin brothers, he wasn't so sparing with words. "Sylvia is just a woman."

"She's a mysterious woman, a strong woman." Tristan lightly wiped his lips with an evil smile. "If you underestimate her, you'll end up miserable." Because... he had already experienced it!

"So what? We've hired Master Wood to set up an array. Sooner or later, the Hipps family will collapse under our manipulation. By then..." Marcelo smiled sinisterly.

"Master Wood is famous in his field,

but there's someone even more

renowned than him. There are always people better than you out there. If we could find another Master Newman, it would be great." Thinking of this made Tristan's face darken considerably.

"I heard Master Newman has been

missing for many years. You know how it is with those people; they can disappear easily." Marcelo didn't care; he believed Master Newman had long passed away. It was said that Master Newman was very old with white hair and beard and had never taken an apprentice due to his eccentric nature. He lived alone; no one would know if he died.

In his view, Master Wood was already the best there was.

Tristan's tone grew impatient; he couldn't wait to destroy the Hipps family completely.

"Jeff Wood may be skilled, but it

took him nearly a year to set up an array... and it still hasn't been fully successful. All he's managed is to cause one incident for the Hipps family before they recovered completely. Besides losing some power, what else did they lose?"This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Waiting any longer is unbearable for Grandma. Right now..." Tristan grew increasingly furious. "It's infuriating!"

The Hipps family had deep blessings while their Sweeney family was on a downward slope.

Constantly suppressed by the Hipps family.

Desperate after years of searching, they finally found a so-called master who could read feng shui and set up arrays.

It was said that he could even defy fate itself.

The Sweeney family saw new hope as if they had found salvation.

Under the master's guidance, they frequently visited the Hipps family recently under the guise of delivering gifts.

But actually...

"It's only a matter of time before the Hipps family collapses," Marcelo reassured after glancing at the night outside the window and decided to change the subject. "Brother... have you taken a liking to Sylvia?"

Hearing Sylvia's name that brought him so much humiliation made Tristan bristle instantly. "How could that woman be worthy of me? I just want her as my pet, my toy! She's only fit to carry my shoes and warm my bed!"

His eyes filled with intense bloodlust!

One day, he would make Sylvia his plaything!

Just wait!