After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Mrs. Kaur's face was extremely grim. "I need to find Dariel!"

Without another word, she headed towards Dariel and Carley's courtyard.

The night was deep, and she walked briskly through the darkness. She passed two servants who were still awake and strolling, but she seemed not to hear their greetings. She had only one thought in her mind: she needed to get money from Dariel.

Carley had gone to bed early. Dariel, busy until late at night, was just about to rest when he heard a scream from downstairs, "Dariel! Dariel! Are you asleep?"

Dariel was startled and walked out of his study to see Mrs. Kaur barging in. Her face was as pale as a ghost in the dark night, terrifying.

Seeing Dariel, she rushed over like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline and clutched his arm. "Dariel, we are family. Please don't treat me like this. Don't be like your father." "Auntie, what happened?" Dariel asked calmly, aware of the troubles she had been facing.

He believed she brought it upon herself.

So he pretended to know nothing as he faced Mrs. Kaur.

Mrs. Kaur became anxious. "Dariel, my English training institute is in trouble! Haven't you seen the trending topics online? Dariel, please, give me ten million dollars to get through this crisis and calm the franchisees."

She didn't dare ask for twenty or thirty million, fearing Dariel would refuse. So she painfully mentioned a smaller amount.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ten million? Auntie, that's not a small amount. Besides, it's not up to me; it's up to Dad! You should ask him, not me," Dariel said with a faint smile. "You and Dad are husband and wife; he will surely agree if you ask."

Mrs. Kaur looked at him anxiously, shaking her head as tears streamed down her cheeks, looking pitiful.

"Dariel, your father said the company's finances are entirely in your hands... He's just a figurehead chairman. Dariel, I've never mistreated you or your sister since I married your father... Please help me for the sake of our family!"

Seeing Mrs. Kaur so desperate, Dariel knew Oakley must have refused her, which is why she came running to him.

But how could he use the Kaur family's money to save Mrs. Kaur's training institute?

Such a corrupt institution should have been shut down long ago.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, but I can't misuse company funds. The company's money isn't mine alone," Dariel said as he slowly withdrew his arm from Mrs. Kaur's grasp. "So, I can't help you."

His words were like a death sentence to Mrs. Kaur.

She collapsed to the ground, losing all semblance of her former dignity.

"Dariel, I'm begging you... Please help me. Your father is heartless; he only gave me two million..."

Dariel squatted down in front of her desperate figure and spoke slowly, "Auntie, aren't you good at gambling? Why not take the two million to the casino? You might win ten million." Mrs. Kaur's face turned even paler with horror. "Dariel! What are you saying? How could I gamble?"

Dariel stared at her intently. "Didn't you lose the franchise fees and tuition commissions gambling for days and nights?"

Mrs. Kaur shook her head, tears streaming down. "No, no... It wasn't me! I didn't!"

"Whether you did or not, Dad will soon find out." Dariel stood up and sighed. "For the sake of our family, I'll give you one million for emergencies."

One million...

It felt like charity.

Mrs. Kaur looked at Dariel with humiliation but found herself unable to refuse.

One million was still money...

"Auntie has houses, jewelry, and many branded bags; selling some should be enough," Dariel said as he handed her a bank card. "It's late; please leave."

Mrs. Kaur cried uncontrollably.

She left the courtyard in despair, feeling utterly desolate inside.

Why... Why did it have to be like this?

Dariel watched her silhouette disappear into the night and turned to see Carley standing at the staircase.

The beautiful girl rubbed her eyes. "Dariel, why don't you give Dad the evidence of her gambling?"

"If I do, he'll think I'm targeting his wife and deliberately investigating her. He needs to find out himself," Dariel said as he climbed the stairs and ruffled Carley's hair. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to bed too." Carley nodded.

"Good night."

The next morning, it was drizzling.

Sylvia got up and went downstairs directly. In the dining room were the early-rising Old Mrs. Hipps and Old Mr. Hipps.

Jasmine was quietly chatting with Old Mrs. Hipps.

"That woman from the Kaur family is too much; there are so many affected parents now."

Old Mrs. Hipps sighed. "This is quite a scandal for the Kaur family. Her character is far worse than the former Mrs. Kaur."

Old Mr. Hipps took a sip of milk. "She's greedy and impatient; you can tell she's not gentle or dignified just by looking at her."

Seeing Sylvia come downstairs, they stopped their conversation and smiled at her almost simultaneously.

"Sylvia, you're up? Are you going to see Carley today?" Jasmine asked first.

Although Sylvia no longer went to the Kaur family house, she didn't want her family to know she went to the presidential residence daily, so she continued saying she was seeing Carley. She nodded. "Yes, Miss Kaur's condition has stabilized a lot. Her face is much better."

"Then come have breakfast quickly. You're always so busy," Old Mrs. Hipps said with concern. "Miss Kaur's face is important, but your health is more important."

Sylvia couldn't help but smile. "I eat well and sleep well; I'm very healthy."

"The Kaur family is in turmoil today; maybe you shouldn't go?" Old Mr. Hipps hesitated. "Have you seen the news? Mrs. Kaur's training institute is in big trouble."

"That's Mrs. Kaur's problem; it has

nothing to do with Miss Kaur," Sylvia said as she drank some porridge. "Mrs. Kaur indeed has a bad aura;

although she's not ugly, her facet

shows meanness and bitterness. Such a person may have gained some benefits by marrying into the Kaur family, but sooner or later,

karma will catch up with her."

"Oh, Sylvia can read faces?" Giancarlo asked with interest. "Can you read mine?"

Sylvia blinked her eyes playfully. "Granduncle, you are blessed; your face shows kindness and wisdom. Although you may not be extremely wealthy in life, your blessings will be long-lasting."

What she didn't say was that it was unfortunate he had no children.

Although Sylvia knew why Jasmine and Giancarlo were good people without children of their own, it was still a regret in life.

Giancarlo laughed heartily. "Look at this child with her sweet words making me happy."

"She's just flattering you," Jasmine laughed too.

After a cheerful breakfast together, everyone went their separate ways.

Sylvia drove her BMW to pick up the doctor before heading to the presidential residence.

The doctor had long become her admirer; seeing her car, he quickly got in with a flattering smile. "Mr. Maskelyne's eyes are getting better and better; I think he'll regain his sight soon."

Sylvia held the steering wheel with her fair fingers and said calmly, "He should regain his sight in about four days."

"Really?" The doctor was excited.

If he could help Franklin regain his sight, it would be a significant achievement.

Wouldn't there be a big reward?

"Have I ever joked?" Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

They soon arrived at the presidential residence and parked the car.

Together they carried the medical kit inside; it was no secret that the doctor had a beautiful nurse assistant now.

The guards were used to it by now.

After a simple check, they were allowed in.

They walked into Franklin's two-story residence as usual.

Sylvia headed towards Franklin's bedroom but heard an angry man's voice before entering.

"Are you trying to drive me mad? Huh?"

"What's wrong with Lara?"

"I'm telling you, she's the daughter of

an oil tycoon She's from the Fox

family! She's more than good enough for you; what's so special about Sylvia? She's just a pretty face, there are plenty of beautiful women out there."

Hearing her name mentioned made Sylvia pause and instantly realize who the man was.

She entered the bedroom with a calm expression, followed by the doctor.

Seeing the well-dressed middle-aged man, the doctor respectfully greeted him, "Mr. President."

"Hmph! Think about it carefully! I don't care what you think; you must have lunch with Lara tomorrow!" The president ignored the doctor and shouted at Franklin before turning to leave.

Franklin remained silent throughout.

He lifted his hazy eyes and could only vaguely see a graceful female figure.

He looked at Sylvia apologetically. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Sylvia lowered her voice. "I'm just here to treat your illness; I didn't see anything else."

Jasper said gloomily, "The president wants to set you up with Lara; it's clear he wants to matchmake you two."

Franklin lay down on the bed expressionlessly, ready for Sylvia's acupuncture treatment.

His thin lips parted coldly, "Whether it's Lara or any other woman, they have nothing to do with me! My wife can only be Sylvia in this lifetime."