After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Clare found it very strange and eerie. "Sylvia... why have I never heard of this master of yours before? What did he teach you?" After all, bringing back a dead person... it felt quite bizarre and unsettling.

Sylvia looked at him with a calm gaze. "Just sminor skills, nothing worth mentioning. You'll understand in time." She had struggled to accept these metaphysical teachings herself.

She feared scaring the Hipps family, so she didn't plan to tell them directly for now.

She didn't want her arrival to disrupt the peaceful and harmonious life of the Hipps family.

After all... apart from seeing Master Newman embed that talisman into her body, she hadn't experienced anything else.

So, she didn't know how to explain the peculiarities and uniqueness of her master to them.

She might need a lot of practice.

Only then would she grasp the mysteries of this new skill she had learned.

Clare, hearing her response, didn't press further. He pondered for a moment and said, "Since your master taught you, and now that he has passed away, our Hipps family naturally has the duty to give him a proper burial. Don't worry, I'll find a good feng shui spot for him in Luk Treasure Cemetery." Luk Treasure Cemetery was a public cemetery, and the plots there were not cheap.

But for the Hipps family and Sylvia, it was a trivial matter.

Sylvia nodded. "Thank you, Uncle. I'll pay for the plot; it shouldn't be on the Hipps family's account." "Do we need to prepare a funeral?" Old Mrs. Hipps felt somewhat uneasy. If it had been anyone other than Sylvia...

Bringing back a dead person early in the morning would have surely made her faint.

Just thinking about it made her uncomfortable.

But then she remembered that this was Sylvia's master, and thought about Sylvia's stunning dance last night that had made Tristan's face turn green with envy.

Without this master, how could Sylvia be so outstanding and bring such pride to the Hipps family? With this in mind, Old Mrs. Hipps felt less repulsed.

"My master lived a low-profile life, so it's best to bury him quietly, so he can rest in peace," Sylvia said as she saw the mortician had finished preparing Master Newman's body and went over for a final check.

Master Newman's dirty beard and hair had been cleaned, and his tattered clothes had been replaced with clean ones.

He didn't look too terrifying now.

Jaelynn watched Sylvia examining Master Newman beside the coffin and couldn't help but scream internally. That was a dead person! How could she dare to look for so long? Was this for real?! After ensuring everything was in order, Sylvia told the butler, "Seal the coffin." The Hipps family quietly cremated Master Newman and later buried his ashes in Luk Treasure Cemetery.

Sylvia knelt before the tombstone and kowtowed three times to Master Newman's portrait.

"Master, rest assured. I, Sylvia, swear before you that I will never becan evil flower. I will punish the wicked and uphold justice, living up to your expectations." After speaking, she kowtowed three more times before standing up.

As she descended the mountain, fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

The cool raindrops hit her body, reminding her of the day Franklin's grandfather was buried... it was also raining like this.

She sighed, feeling as if it had been a long tago.

So much had happened in the past two years.

As she walked, lost in thought, a sudden flash of insight struck her. If she mastered divination, could she find out if her mother was still alive? Her master had once said that she had a sister who was still alive! A sister who was alive! Her breath quickened.

Did that mean her mother might also be alive? She should have asked about her mother back then... but unfortunately, her master passed away before she could.

But in this vast world, where would she find her sister? Feeling anxious, she reached the foot of the mountain and saw Clare standing by the car with a transparent umbrella waiting for her.

Seeing her, he immediately cover with the umbrella. "Sylvia, you're wet." He feared Sylvia might have something secret to discuss with her master, so he didn't dare go up the mountain to fetch her. Fortunately, it was just a light drizzle and not a heavy downpour.

Once in the car, he found an unopened disposable towel from the trunk. "Dry your hair." "It's just a bit damp," Sylvia said but still took the towel to dry her hair.

Her heart warmed at Clare's concern. This long-lost familial affection was something she had never felt before as Sylvia.

She threw the towel into the car's trash bin.

Looking back at Luk Treasure Cemetery getting further and further away from her sight.

She silently prayed in her heart, Master, rest in peace! * The Sweeney family estate.

The Sweeney family estate was far more luxurious than that of the Hipps family.

Everything was extremely opulent and exuded nobility.

Especially the expansive swimming pool which stood out conspicuously.

There was also an equestrian field and a golf course.

Chapter 996 1 He stood by the pool with a cold expression, wearing only swim trunks in the end.

With a splash, he dove into the pool, sending water flying everywhere.

Several servants cin one after another, carrying trays with red wine, fruits, towels, sunglasses...

All the items the man usually needed after swimming were prepared meticulously.

Soon, another set of identical items was brought over by other servants.

There were two lounge chairs under an umbrella, and these items were neatly placed on the side tables next to them.

Sure enough... after a while, another man in swim trunks also dove into the water with a splash.

The two brothers seemed to be competing against each other, swimming back and forth faster than one another.

After about half an hour, they finally emerged from the water. The servants immediately stepped forward to hand them large towels.

Their bodies were dripping wet but their muscular physiques and perfect builds were still evident to the servants' eyes.

Even though it wasn't their first tseeing this, sless composed female servants blushed deeply.

Tristan and Marcelo sat on the lounge chairs and leisurely began sipping red wine.

The sunlight was dazzlingly bright.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over with measured steps. His eyes slyly glanced at the beautiful female servants standing by the poolside.

"Mr. Sweeney, even your servants are stunningly beautiful. Truly an eye-opener." Tristan glanced at him. "Master Wood, what brings you here? Have you finished your seclusion?" Master Wood chuckled softly, putting on an air of mystery as if he were sreclusive sage.

et He extended his right hand and calculated something with his fingers before slowly saying with half-closed eyes, "According to my calculations, Newman is dead. Now there is no one left in this world who can balance me." "Dead? Didn't you say he was very powerful?" Marcelo didn't doubt Master Wood's words but found it strange that Master Newman had died so suddenly! In his view, those powerful sages should be immortal! "Hmph! That old man defied fate to 1change people's destinies years ago and suffered significant backlash. Living until now was already borrowed time. What else could happen?" Master Wood sneered. "From now on, it's my world, no one can stop our grand plan!" "Back to business then, Master Wood. Is the grand array set up? How much longer will it take?" Tristan couldn't wait any longer, especially after being close to Sylvia last night.

His heart was almost like a caged beast eager to break free and rampage wildly.

His handsface showed longing and intense desire. "Master Wood, is there any way to make women obediently submit to me...

Master Wood was taken aback but then laughed heartily. "Mr. Sweeney is elegant and handsome; how could there be any woman who doesn't like you?" Tristan snorted coldly. "Help or don't help." How could he not help his benefactor? Master Wood then took out several paper talismans. "These talismans here... I'll send detailed instructions on how to use them to your phone." Tristan gave an evil smile as he took the talismans. "Thank you, Master Wood." He waved his hand grandly towards several female servants by the poolside. "These... are all yours now." "Alright! Thank you very much, Mr. Sweeney." Master Wood looked at those terrified female servants with greedy eyes. "Tonight... all of you cto my room." With a splash, one female servant knelt before Tristan and tearfully begged for mercy. "Young Master! Please don't sendover..." "My mother is seriously ill and urgently needs money; Young Master... if I... what will happen to my mother?" Previously punished servants sent to Master Wood never returned by morning; rumors said they were tortured to death by him. So their fate now... was clear enough.

"Serving Master Wood is your fortune; you should cherish it." Tristan sneered coldly. "Throw her in!" Immediately two cold-faced men in black grabbed her thin arms and threw her into the pool without hesitation.

"No... help!" The servant flailed desperately in the water; survival instinct made her scream frantically for help.

No! She didn't want to die! Her hands finally touched the pool edge but were kicked back into water by one of those men harshly.

"Ah!" Unable to bear pain anymore she retracted hands quickly falling back into pool again gulping several mouthfuls of water while struggling desperately...

Other servants kept heads down trembling not daring look at cruel scene unfolding nearby...

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