After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 242

Right after they had gone, Paul rushed into the police station and askeda policeman randomly, "Where is Sylvia Andrews? How about myyounger brother?"

"Mr. Kennedy? They've left. All of them."

The policeman returned to his work after answering.

Paul inwardly cursed in depression and turned away.

In Royal Galaxy Restaurant, Sylvia sat at the table with James andRomeo.

Then she said to the waiter, "Three ice creams, please. My favoriteflavor.”

"Okay, Miss Andrews."

A short moment later, three ice creams were served.

The boys blushed slightly and hesitated to have them.

James tightened his grip on the spoon. He always thought ice creamwas girls’ food and never had it, let alone eat it in a high-end restaurantlike Royal Galaxy.

He was worried about his public image.

However, Romeo wasn't. After hesitating for a moment, he took a bite."Wow! I like it."

He nudged James. "Why are you hesitant? My goddess invited us tohave ice cream. Do you want to let her down?"

A smile touched Sylvia's lips. She stared at them gently and saidtenderly, "The ice cream is yummy. James, are you sure you don't wantto try it?"

Her voice made James tighten his grip on the spoon again. He hadnever thought his name could sound so lovely after Sylvia called it.For many years, he thought Franklin's name was much better than hisand Poppy's.

James disliked his name. However, he loved his name after Sylviacalled him.

Looking at her expectantly, he wished she could call his name again."Why are you staring at me? What's wrong?" Sylvia asked.

"Nothing. Nothing." James shook his head and quickly got a spoonful ofice cream to have a bite.

Sylvia noticed he was using his left hand. "Has your right hand beeninjured?"

"Nope." James stubbornly hid his right hand behind him.

"Why are you using your left hand, then? You've been wounded, butyou don't want to admit it,” Romeo exposed him naughtily.

James hit Cameron so hard that the skin of his right hand was broken."I can deal with your wound," Sylvia asked the waiter to fetch the first-aid kit and dealt with his wounds with the cotton swabs. “When youfight, you need skills instead of only strength.”

Then she put the medicine to his wounds.

James was attracted by her words instantly. She didn't mock him butreminded him gently. James wondered what she meant.

Thinking about her fighting skills, he became excited.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down. Munching the ice cream, heasked, "Sylvia, do you..."

“I have a few friends attending the fighting training weekly. If you guysare interested, you can join them," said Sylvia. She tossed the usedcotton swabs into the trash can.

Romeo stared at her, widening his eyes. "Goddess... I have studiedmartial arts since I was little. I can't learn from another master.”

Sylvia glanced at him and continued to have her ice cream. "Yourfamily has already become a merchant family instead of the martial artsone. Does your brother practice his fighting skills every day?"

Romeo was still stunned.

However, Sylvia's words made sense. Paul always dealt with the filesand the company clients. In the past, he attended the training everyday. However, he reduced it to once per week. Gradually, he would onlypractice martial arts once biweekly or once per month because he wastoo busy.

“I'd love to join them, Sylvia," James answered excitedly. He almostburst into tears. In the Maskelyne family, he had been living underFranklin's halo. For the first time, a person cared about him so muchand offered him advice.

Sylvia said, "OK. You can start tomorrow. I'll let my friend pick you upafter class. Then you can go to the training center yourself afterknowing the address."

When Franklin entered Royal Galaxy Restaurant, he glanced around.His gaze finally fell on a table in the corner.

A charming woman had ice cream with two boys.

They enjoyed it a lot, as joyful as three kids.

Franklin looked steely and aloof, but he instantly became the lobby'sfocus.

He was born a center of the crowd, always attracting others’ attention.Approaching them, he faintly heard their conversation.

"Goddess, do you really let him practice martial arts? I..." Romeoasked. He often chirped, annoying Franklin.

"Don't worry, Sylvia. I'll practice hard. Then I can protect you in thefuture.” James slightly blushed. Thinking about sheltering Sylvia, hewas overexcited.

"Ehn. You are physically strong. You can make progress pretty soon,"Sylvia remarked positively.

James almost cheered.

Romeo glared at him jealously as his goddess praised James. Hebelieved he was much more robust with a better foundation thanJames.

Gazing at them coldly, Franklin wondered what they were talking about.He noticed James’ face was reddened, worship and admirationglimmering in James’ eyes.

“Damn it!"

Franklin strode toward them and sat in the empty chair.

The three were shocked, looking at him.

"Franklin?" Sylvia furrowed her brows.

She didn't expect him to not give up and still follow them.

"What have you ordered?" As soon as he spoke, he emanated asuperior aura. The two boys were too scared to utter a word.

Romeo felt stressed when sitting at the same table.

Franklin's aura was several times stronger than Paul's. Romeo admiredJames and Sylvia for keeping calm in his presence.

Especially Sylvia could match Franklin in temperament.

Romeo was proud of her.

Sylvia answered coldly, “Mr. Maskelyne, we ordered dishes for threepersons only."

She wanted to send him away.

Franklin noticed the gloves on her hands again, wondering why shewas wearing them.

A bad hunch surged in his heart.

Lilian's autopsy report flashed through his mind — she had painted herbody with poison.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a guess.

Franklin seized Sylvia's wrist, gazing at her intensely. Studying herexpression carefully, he snapped, "Come with me."

"What are you doing, Franklin?" James exclaimed.

Sylvia was shocked by the fierceness on his face. “Franklin, we're inRoyal Galaxy, not your house."

Franklin stared daggers at her sternly. His thin lips were pressedtogether. In silence, he dragged her toward the restroom.

"What are you doing?"

Sylvia struggled but failed to break free, so she had to follow him.James and Romeo worriedly gazed at their receding figures. Romeonudged James and asked, "Will your brother hit my goddess?"

"I-I don't think so... He's not a violent mania,” James muttered butlacked confidence.

After pulling Sylvia into the men's room, he locked the door from theinside.

Before Sylvia reacted, she had been pressed against the door.